Martin lets out a slightly hysterical guffaw at that, still leaning against the door. It only just occurs to him how pointless a shut door is as a line of defense, but it makes him feel a bit better at least. He steps back a little shakily and looks around before he spots The Bishop just under the bed, and he bends down to scoop him up, holding him close and comforting.

"Okay," he says, making a concerted effort to slow his breathing as The Bishop pushes his head up under his chin. "Okay. You - Whatever you were doing, did you finish? Did it get in here before you were done, or - or did it just not work?" These seem like important things to establish first off. A third option strikes him - that the ghost has simply been here all along - but that's too horrible to even consider.