Martin's reassurance is cold comfort, and another uncomfortable reminder that as well as Eliot thought he'd been adjusting to Darrow, his perspective on magic and the supernatural might not be as applicable as he'd like.

He doesn't have time to get properly moody, though, because Martin abruptly announces that he's leaving and sets The Bishop down and just does it, making his way down the hall like it's second nature. For a moment Eliot cannot think of what it is he ought to do, and he crouches down and lets the cat rub against his knuckles. After a brief hesitation he texts Jack, hoping he's not having as miserable time with this as they are, and then straightens up.

"All right, your Excellency," he says, giving The Bishop a final scritch, "hold down the fort, I'm going to make sure your dad doesn't get eaten by Zuul out there."

But as he makes his way back to the living room it's clear that Martin is...fine, actually, and the horrible looming figure has made no hostile moves toward him. It turns to look at Eliot, who reminds himself that he has faced much worse things than a creepy ghost.

"I apologize," he says to the ghost, doing his best to sound diplomatic. "I believe there might be some kind of confusion, do--can you understand us?"