 not-so-friendly ghost if I can help it. Turning my attention back to Agent Morton, I say, "That sounds fine to me. I've got to go furniture shopping after this. I've been told there are some great thrift shops around here."

Agent Morton quirks his head to the side. "Thrift shops?"

Oh yeah, he's seen my bank accounts. "Can't spend it all in one place, right?"

He chuckles a bit at that and calls in the rest of the team. My nerves spike as five new people come through the same door we did. Four of the five get busy setting up equipment. The fifth one comes directly to me and holds out her hand.

"Echo, I'm Dr. Rosemond. I'll be assisting Agent Morton with your testing. I have some paperwork to go over with you before we begin."

As Dr. Rosemond explains the risks of each test—which are minimal—and goes over some stuff about confidential information and all that, I half listen and half study her. She looks to be in her early fifties. Her glasses are trendy, but her hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail. The shoes she's wearing are definitely built for comfort and not style. Her clothes are neither old fashion nor too modern. It's her happy personality that sets me at ease the most. She seems to honestly enjoy what she does.

Clearly, she's never had to deal with ghosts face to face or she'd have different feelings on the matter, but as she talks about how the tests work and what information they'll give them, I feel confident she knows what she's talking about and might actually be able to help me. Finally, I sign my name half a dozen times. Malachi signs his name a few less times—probably just the "don't tell anyone" part, and then we're ready to start.

Malachi stands back behind the tables, arms crossed with a worried yet curious expression on his face, while I'm positioned in a chair at the other end of the room. There's open space around me with about a dozen different devices positioned in a ring around my chair. One of the interns, or whoever they are, sticks a bunch of monitor wires all over me, and then we seem to be set.

"So, what exactly do you want me to do?" I ask Agent Morton.

"Basically,
not - so - friendly ghost if I can help it. Turning my care back to Agent Morton, I suppose, " That sounds fine to me. I've get to become furniture shopping after this. I've been told there be some capital thrift shops around here. " 

 Agent Morton quirks his head to the english. " Thrift shops? " 

 Oh yeah, he's see my bank accounts. " Can't spend it all in one place, right? " 

 He chuckles a bit at that and call in the rest of the team. My nerves spike as five modern people come through the same door we make. Four of the five get busy setting up equipment. The fifth one comes directly to me and contain out her hand. 

 " Echo, I'm Dr. Rosemond. I'll be assisting Agent Morton with your testing. I have some paperwork to go over with you before we get down. " 

 As Dr. Rosemond explain the risks of each test — which are minimal — and goes over some stuff about confidential information and all that, I half listen and half study her. She looks to be in her early fifty. Her glasses are trendy, but her hair is pull back in a dim-witted ponytail. The shoes she's wearing are decidedly built for quilt and not style. Her clothes are neither previous fashion nor too modern. It's her happy personality that sets me at ease the about. She seems to honestly enjoy what she does. 

 Clearly, she's never had to deal with ghosts confront to face or she'd have different feelings on the matter, but as she spill the beans about how the tests work and what information they'll give them, I feel confident she knows what she's talking about and might actually be able to serve me. Finally, I sign my name half a twelve times. Malachi signs his name a few less times — probably merely the " don't tell anyone " character, and then we're ready to start. 

 Malachi stand back behind the tables, sleeve crossed with a worried yet curious expression on his face, while I'm positioned in a chair at the other end of the room. There's open outer space around me with about a dozen unlike devices positioned in a ring around my chair. One of the interns, or whoever they are, sticks a bunch of admonisher wires all over me, and then we seem to be set. 

 " So, what exactly do you desire me to do? " I ask Agent Morton. 

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"So, whau exactly do you want ms to dm?" I adk Agent Morton.

"Basically,
not-so-friendly ghost if I can help it. attention to Agent I say, "That got go furniture shopping this. I've been there are some great thrift shops here." Agent Morton quirks his head to the side. "Thrift shops?" Oh yeah, seen my bank accounts. "Can't spend it all in one place, right?" He a at and in the rest of the team. My nerves spike as five new people come through the door we did. Four of the five get setting up equipment. The one comes directly to me holds her hand. I'm Rosemond. be assisting Agent with your testing. I have some paperwork to go over with you before we begin." As Dr. explains the each test—which minimal—and over stuff about confidential all that, I half listen and She looks to be in her early fifties. glasses are but her hair is pulled back a simple ponytail. The shoes she's wearing are built for comfort and not style. Her clothes are neither old fashion nor too modern. happy personality that sets at ease the She to enjoy she does. she's never had to deal with ghosts face to face or have different feelings on the matter, but as she talks the work and what they'll give them, I confident knows what she's talking might be me. I my name half a times. Malachi signs his name few less times—probably just and then we're ready to start. Malachi stands behind the tables, arms crossed with a yet curious expression on his face, while I'm positioned in a chair the other the room. There's open space around me with a dozen different devices in a ring around my chair. One of the or they are, a bunch of wires all over and then we be set. what do to do?" I ask Agent Morton.
 not-so-friendly ghost if I can hElp it. TurniNg my aTteNtiOn Back To AgEnt Morton, I say, "THAt soUnds fine to me. I've got to go FurniTuRE shoPPiNg aftEr this. I'VE bEEN toLd ThEre ArE SoMe greAt tHrift shOps around hEre."

agEnt Morton quiRKs His head to tHe sIde. "Thrift shoPs?"

OH yeah, hE's SeeN My banK acCountS. "Can't sPEnd it aLl in one plAcE, Right?"

HE ChuckleS A BiT at tHat and calls in the rESt OF the team. My nervEs spikE aS FiVE New PeoPle come thrOuGh the SAme door WE dID. fOur OF the five get buSy setting up EQuiPment. THe FifTH one coMes diReCTly To me and holdS out Her hand.

"EcHo, I'm Dr. rOsemond. i'Ll be assIsting ageNt MOrtoN WiTh YouR tEStiNG. I HavE SomE paperwoRk To Go oveR witH YOU BefoRe wE begIn."

As DR. Rosemond explAinS the RIskS of eaCh tesT—whiCh Are miNimal—aNd goeS oVer some stuff aboUt coNfidentiaL inFoRmaTiOn and ALl that, i haLf lIsten anD half stUDy hEr. sHE LoOks to be in her early fIfTIEs. her glassEs are tREnDy, BUt her haiR iS puLled BACk in a SimpLE pOnytail. THe shoeS ShE's Wearing ArE definItEly BuiLt for COmfoRt and nOt style. HEr cloTHes are neither oLD fashion nor toO MoDERn. iT's heR haPpy personalIty tHAt seTs me AT eAse THe mosT. She sEeMS tO Honestly enjoy what shE dOes.

CleArly, sHe's never had to Deal with ghOSTS face to fAce oR ShE'D have different FeeliNgs on the maTTer, but as She taLks about How the tesTS Work and wHat InfOrmAtiON ThEy'll give them, I FEEl coNfIdent shE knOws what She'S taLkiNg aBoUt and mighT actuallY bE aBlE tO heLp me. FINally, I siGn My nAmE haLf a doZEn timeS. MalaChi sIgNs HIs nAme a few LEsS TImes—PrObAbly JusT tHe "don'T telL AnyOne" part, And then we'Re rEAdy tO sTaRt.

MalacHi stands back bEhInd the tablEs, ArmS crossED With a worRied yet curious expressioN On his faCe, wHile I'M posItioned in A chAir at tHe oTHer end Of the rOom. ThErE's oPEN spacE ARoUnd Me With about a DOZen DiffeReNt deVices poSitioned in a ring aroUNd mY chair. One of thE inTernS, OR wHoeVEr THey ArE, StiCKS a bunch of monitoR wires all oVeR Me, And then we sEEm tO bE set.

"So, wHat exacTly do YOu want mE to do?" I ask agent MortOn.

"basiCALly,
 not-so-friendly ghost ifI can help  it.Tur nin gmy a tten tion back to A g entMorton, I say, "That s ounds  f i ne t o  m e. I' ve gott og o  fu rn it ure  s h op pingaft er this . I've bee n t ol d there ares om e great th rif t shops arou ndhere." 
Age n t Mor ton  quir ks his head t o the sid e. "Thrif t  shops? " 
O h ye ah, he's seen myb an k  accounts. "Ca n't sp en d  i t all  in  one place ,right ? "

He c h uc k l e s a bit at that a nd calls in the  restof  th e  team.  My n er v esspike as fi ve n ew people  comet hrought he same  doorwedid . Fo u rof  th ef ive ge t b u sysettingup  e quipm ent. T h e  fif thonecomes  directly tomeandh old s out  herhand .
"Ech o, I'm  Dr.Ro semond. I'll be  ass isting Ag ent  M ort on  with your t est ing . I hav e somep ape rw o r k  t o go over with you  b e f or e we beg in."
A sDr .  Rosemon dexp lain s the r isks of  each te st—whi c har e minim al —and g oe s o ver  some stuf f abou t confid entia l  information a n d all that, I ha l f  l i sten  an d half stud y he r . Sh e lo o ks  to be in  herea r ly fifties. Her glasse sare tr endy,  but her hair  is pulled b a ck in asimp l ep onytail. The s hoesshe's wear i ng are d efini tely bui lt for co m f ort andnot  st yle . H e r  c lothes are ne i t herol d fashi onnor too  mo der n.It' sher happy  persona li ty  t ha t s ets m e  at ease  t hemo st.  Shes eems t o hon estl yen j oywhat sh e  d o e s.
Cl ea rly,  sh e' s nev er h a d t o dealwith ghos tsf aceto  f ace orshe'd have di ff erent feel in gson the m atter, b ut as she talks about h o w the t est s wor k an d what in for mation  th e y'll g ive th em, I  f eel c onfid e n tshe  k nows whats h e's  talk in g ab out and  might actually be abl e to help me.  Fi nall y ,  I  si g nm y n am e  ha l f  a dozen times.  Malachi s ig n shis name a few  l ess tim es—prob ablyj ust the  "don't t ell anyon e"  par t ,  an d then we' re ready  to start . 

Mal a ch i sta nds  backbe hin d the  table s , a rms c rossed  w ith aworri ed  yet cur ious expression on hisface,while  I' m positio ned ina chair a t th e other en d o f t he ro om. There 's o p en  sp a ce ar ound me with a b ou t a d oz en differen t d evi ces p osi t ionedin a  ring around my c h air. One of th e in t e rns , o r  who ev er they are, s tic ks a  bunch o fmonitor wir es all o ve r  me,and th en weseem to b es et.

" So,wha t exactly  do  y o u wantme  t o  do?"I as kAgentMorton . 

"B a s ically,
 not-so-friendly_ghost if_I can help it._Turning my_attention_back to_Agent_Morton, I say,_"That sounds fine_to me. I've got_to go furniture_shopping_after this. I've been told there are some great thrift shops around here."

Agent Morton_quirks_his head_to_the_side. "Thrift shops?"

Oh yeah, he's_seen my bank accounts. "Can't_spend it_all in one place, right?"

He chuckles a bit_at_that and calls_in the rest of the team. My nerves spike_as five new people come through_the same door_we_did._Four of the five_get busy setting up equipment. The_fifth one comes directly to me_and holds out her hand.

"Echo, I'm Dr._Rosemond. I'll be assisting Agent Morton_with your testing. I have_some paperwork_to go over with you_before we begin."

As_Dr. Rosemond_explains the risks_of each test—which are minimal—and goes_over some stuff_about confidential information and all that,_I_half listen and_half_study_her. She_looks to be_in_her early_fifties._Her glasses are trendy, but her_hair_is pulled back in a simple ponytail._The shoes she's wearing_are_definitely built for comfort_and not style. Her clothes_are neither old fashion nor too_modern. It's_her happy_personality that sets me at ease the most. She seems to_honestly enjoy what she does.

Clearly, she's_never had to deal_with ghosts_face_to face or_she'd_have different_feelings on the matter, but as she_talks about_how the tests work and what_information they'll give them,_I_feel confident she knows what she's_talking about and might actually be_able to help me. Finally,_I_sign_my name half a dozen_times. Malachi signs his name a_few less times—probably_just the "don't tell anyone" part, and_then_we're ready to start.

Malachi stands back_behind_the tables, arms crossed with a_worried_yet_curious expression on his face,_while I'm positioned in a chair_at the other end of the room. There's open_space around me_with about a dozen different_devices_positioned_in a ring around my chair. One of the interns,_or whoever_they are, sticks_a bunch of monitor wires all over me, and then_we seem to be set.

"So, what exactly_do you want me to do?" I ask Agent Morton.

"Basically,