"Ty, I don't really need the skepticism right now. Table it."

“Tell him I’m really enjoying watching How to Get Away With Murder. When I can get out of the basement.”

"...she really enjoys watching How to Get Away With Murder, when she can get out of the basement."

"Okay, ghost who's stealing our cable. Why are you suddenly the ghost expert?"

"I've actually met one. Anders, do you remember how you died?"

"Are you supposed to start with that? Sorry, Anders, he's just trying to help."

Anders cups her face, smiling softly. “Gosh, he’s so sweet. I’ve come over all a flutter.”

Anders’ face falls. “I don’t remember. I’m trying. The house- I feel like I know it? But I just...every time I get close my head throbs.”

“...don’t think about it for a while. Some deaths are worse than others. Yours must have been bad. Let’s focus on getting you out of the basement. Think about what you loved about life.”

“I...” Anders trails off. Her face looks very far away. “Sunday morning. I’d take Lorie to swim practice. We’d be home by 11, and Lora would still be in bed. I’d climb in next to her, and she’d huff-“

All of a suddenly she’s gone, materia swirling where she was 

Theo heads upstairs.

"What's happening?"

"Is she going to be okay? Did it work?"

Anders is lying on a mattress, in a room that looks like hers used to, but is filled with unfamiliar things. Her body is curled over, as if around someone. 

Theo finds her, after checking the main floor.

He doesn't say anything right away.

Anders sees him walk in, and her body uncurls itself automatically. 

“This is Scott’s room, isn’t it?” She asks Theo. It hurts. 

"Yeah. It is. Whose room was it?"

Scott observes one half of the conversation from the door.

“...mine. And Lora’s.” Anders trails off, rolling over to look out the window. “We liked the light in here.”

"You must miss her a lot."

“I hear her voice sometimes. Like she’s still here. I don’t know if it’s me pretending she is or not.”

Anders sighs, propping herself up on one arm. “I do. So much.”

"Miss who?"

"Lora, her...Lora."

"Um. Our landlord Lora?"

“Landlord?” Anders is upright in a shot. “She’s- she’s still living here? In Boston?” She launches off the bed, running straight to Scott. She goes to grab him, hands going straight through him. 

“What’s her last name? Your landlord? Theo! Ask him!”