Jason scrunched his face up a bit. He could hear the disbelief. He relaxed his face though. "I guess..." He said. In a way perhaps it was nice. To him who had no idea how his life went so crazy...not a clue. He looked at Melinda as she took the laptop. "You told me to???" he said in a questioning way. "Something about vacations needing destinations...or something. I was busy staring into your beautiful eyes." He said. Clearly he hadn't been paying a hundred percent attention. He faked horror at her words then laughed. "I don't know...maybe in elementary middle school years I could've been." He said with a playful laugh. It was good to just joke around with each other. Helped make this situation less stressful. "I didn't hear anything over the splashings." He said honestly.<br/><br/>He looked at Penny then back to his wife. "I guessed...about a woman I've never met. A woman I've never heard of. And I guessed what she looked like?" He echoes. "Are you feeling okay beautiful?" He asked. A little worried. He sighed a bit and blinked as she continued. Nodding his head. Then looked at her. An extraordinary power??? "You did too until just a minute ago." He pointed out. "I haven't seen a picture of her before. She is in this room. Staring at me and waiting for us to stop conversing about if any of this is real." He said softly.<br/><br/>"Yeah. Apparently only when you see dead people can you hear them. I think...maybe I've heard them all along...I don't know. Would explain those periods where I just zoned out." He said thoughtfully. "Anyways...yes. We are. Unless this goes away after we help Penny than I think so. My mom and grandmother have had it that way their entire lives. Mom had a husband who was supportive. I know you are going to be supportive as you love me and I love you. We are together forever." He said softly. "Though I don't think suing them with the detailment of you made my husband see ghosts will get you more than laughed at and them thinking you are drunk."<br/><br/>He looked at Penny and nodded his head. "Yeah. I'll help you." He blinked as she spoke. She wanted him to solve a murder case. "Dear do you still love those detective mysteries? You know how you always solve the murders before you reach the end of the book." He looked at her hopefully. "Because I'm gonna need your help on this one. Apparently what she needs is us to solve her murder. She says it wasn't her husband because she saw painted fingernails before the person suffocated her." He shuddered. "Lets go check out that room." He took the laptop. Reading what room. "I bet they still have it taped off because who would stay in a room that someone got murdered in?" He stood up and close the laptop. He paced a bit. "Alright lets get this over with. Come one Melinda." He said. Taking her by the hand. "Lets go be detectives." He said. Okay maybe they could make this work. This was the type of thing Melinda loved to piece together.