In that case, any hope of recovering those bones were slim to none. Assuming they weren't reduced to ash as well. Any spiritual energy to potentially guide him to those bones was likely gone if the De Spells had decided to pass on peacefully instead of seeking righteous vengeance.

It really was a shame that the Door only swung one way. He would've loved to have gotten the De Spell children in touch with their parents for a proper goodbye. But if wishes were horses, everyone would ride.

Irabella quietly cleared her throat, drawing Scrooge's attention to her. "Sorry to interrupt," she squeaked. She cleared her throat again, her voice sounding more normal. "I've got good news though: The foundation's sound. Just need to fill in a few cracks before they get any wider. The wood rot's spread a little beyond that one section of floor, but it'll be easy enough to replace. I took some pictures for reference."

"Thank you, lass. Do you need to be down here for anything else?"

She shook her head. "I did a walkaround and didn't notice any other issues. When we do the crack filling and replace those parts of the floor, however, the tapestries will need to be temporarily moved so they don't get damaged." She looked to Magica and offered a somewhat nervous smile. "If you'd like, I know someone who specializes in cleaning and repairing old woven and other fabric art."