[Inside Remy’s house, venting while raiding his fridge and making a comically oversized sandwich] You know what’s not fair, Remy? I get in trouble for ‘trespassing’ in abandoned places. Like—come on, it’s not a big deal! No one lives there anymore, right? That’s the point! Now if I waltzed into someone’s house while they were still inside, that’d be criminal—just actin’ like you own the place. (takes a huge bite of sandwich) People like that are the real trespassers, my friend. Watch out for them!

[Jinwoo pops his head into the room, sniffing loudly] Do I smell food?” (spots the food and grins) Heh. Don’t mind if I do—(Before he can grab a plate, Cherise smacks his hand with a wooden spoon) OW! (“Boy, unless you’re wearin’ a volunteer badge, that plate stays empty!”) Uuuugh, fine! (Jinwoo looks around, then dramatically grabs a folded metal chair as if it weighs 300 pounds) (exaggerated groaning, straining) Stand back… I got this… unghh… AHA! (sets it up) There. I helped (wipes imaginary sweat) Phew—no need to thank me, all in a day’s work (starts piling food onto his plate, humming)

[Scene: A dimly lit room. Candles flicker. Jinwoo and Mary sit at the head of the circle, surrounded by nervous friends] Alright, everyone—hands on the table, eyes closed, no laughing. We’re about to make spiritual contact. (“Focus your minds… and your breathing.”) (A beat. The candles flicker again.) (“Ugh, this is lame.”) (Jinwoo opens his eyes and smacks the back of Kevin’s head) YOU’RE lame! Now hush and let the ghosts do their thing!