The spirit bobbed his head eagerly, beaming. He remembered Poe De Spell and his orders.

"That's him, it seems," Scrooge told her. He turned back to the ghost. "So, Mr. Zorzi, why are you dead?"

He tilted his head as he listened to the response, frowning deeply.

"Hell of a way to find out you were Sensitive. Where was this exactly?"

He listened, brow furrowing further in confusion.

"Lad, near as I can tell from the maps of the area, there's nothing out there. Especially nothing a baker like you'd be interested in. Why did you go out there?"

The ghost gave a helpless shrug.

"...I'll add that to my list of things to look into. I take it you need help getting Where you're going."

A nod.

"All right. Let's take this outside then." He looked back at Magica. "I'll be a few minutes. Sorry about this."