Pavel: Oh… hey-o, Salty Joe.
The horse seaghost floats above the hammock where Pavel is still safely ensconced in stuffed animals and lantern light. The loft is full of ghosts and most of them are preoccupied by Pavel. Skeletal hands reach up through the floor, but nothing can get through the circle of light cast from beneath the blanket.
Pavel: You’re… in my dream? No… You’re in my HOUSE. Woah.
Salty Joes stares back, light emanating from within his eye sockets. Pavel rolls over in the hammock, starting to wake up and properly realize the state of the house.
Pavel: Mom… Mom. Something’s wrong with the light--
He walks over to the edge of the landing and holds the lantern aloft, shedding light on the ghosts crowded into the living room and kitchen area. Behind him, a group of spirits- ladies in finery and children with gaunt faces- looms eagerly, watching as he starts climbing down the ladder.
Pavel: Mom?
One ghost puts her hands right up against the dome of the light, a man in priestly robes reaches for him while a girl with a ribbon in her hair waits patiently at the base of the ladder. Pavel grows increasingly agitated as he sees nothing but more and more ghosts.
Pavel: Mom?
When he gets to the bottom of the ladder he abandons all caution. He holds the lantern out, casting the light farther away from him, and runs through the house towards the lab, yelling.
Pavel: MOM! Where are you?!
