"You can hold off on deciding 'I have a crazy lady here,' despite how nuts my problem is probly gonna sound. That's one way, and others, I'm afraid, may take some unpacking. Sam Patchowski, by the way." At this point, introducing herself as 'Lydia Demaire' was waving a red flag, but... Sam felt comfortable offering her actual name. She had no criminal record, and everything she and Noemi had been about was above-board---toolihg around, seeing what there was to see and enjoying each other's company. "I have a haunted item. That's not a problem. That's the opposite of a problem. The ghost attached to it is nice. The problem is something---and I want to know what in the shit it was---fuckin' ripped my ghost off. She was frightened, and in pain, all of a sudden, and then gone. Does that sound like anything you've heard of?"

Under other circumstances, Sam might not have been so blunt---but she might've. Thanks to the rite, she knew her problem was also Rick's problem; she just didn't know how much he knew... or believed.