The spirit will soon move on to the second offering. Gliding with uncanny grace, they at least take the second meal with a bit less shrieking. That's nice, right? Yeah. We'll hold on to that.

It's odd, honestly: no matter how they move, the spirit never once shows their face. There's always something obscuring it-- and if our dynamic duo manages to catch a flash of flesh, it's always blurred, like someone smeared petroleum jelly over a camera lens, all hazy and out of focus.

Weird.

But! If Mel and Rafe stick around, once the spirit is done, they straighten up. Offer a wheezy exhale that may or may not be an acknowledgement of that kindness. And then, quite primly, they go to stand behind the desk.

Meet the Librarian.