"Don't hurt him or I exorcise you. Scott, what's her last name?"

"Lora Hawke, our landlord. I'm sorry."

He definitely doesn't take Theo's hand, because that might make the ghost even sadder. 

“I won’t, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- I just...I thought she would’ve moved back with her parents!” 

Anders smile is huge. “Ask him if Lora has a daughter. Ask how old she is!”

“Does she have a daughter?”

“We haven’t talked much, I’m sorry. She seemed sad about...well, I didn’t want to pry, it’s her life. I can try to talk to her if that would help.”

"Yes! Yes, please. I need to see her, I thought I was imagining her voice. I need to know she's okay. And that Lorie is doing well."

“Anders, she’s not going to know you’re here. It won’t be like you’re imagining it. She might come if we call her out of the blue, but she won’t be expecting you.”

Anders smile falls, but she doesn't seem surprised at the knowledge. "I know. I know it'll be one-sided and it'd be better for her if she didn't know. But I just- I just want to see her. Even if she can't see me."

“I’ll try to set something up. Do you know when would be a good time for her? Maybe that’s too different now, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know. Does she work anymore? Has she changed hobbies? Does she-“

The house rumbles, and Anders sighs. “This happens when I get close to something, all of a sudden I-“ 

She cuts herself off and clenches her teeth through the sudden headache. “I have to- I’ve got to-“ She disappears again, reappearing in the basement. 

"I'll go talk to her. You set up a meeting."

"Theo, we should talk."

"Later."

He goes to the basement.

Scott calls their landlord.

Lora picks up quickly. “What’s wrong? Can it wait until after school drop off?”

"It's not a big deal. I was just hoping you could come over tomorrow."

“If it’s not a big deal, why am I coming over?”

"I might be underplaying it a little? We didn't break anything."

There’s a sigh from her end. “Fine. I’ll be there after 8.30 tomorrow. Will you be home, or can I have more than a vague description of the none-big deal?”

"We found something of yours."

“Cryptic. See you tomorrow.” Lora hangs up. 

"Anders, did you hear that?"

"...she couldn't hear everything Lora said, no."

"I don't know how it works! She's coming tomorrow."

Anders mutters in her corner in the basement, hands clenched by her sides. The pipes rattle ominously.