Sarah grimaced as she watched George chew at his moustache. It was so gross whenever he did that, then again Sarah had no attraction to moustaches. They were like fuzzy caterpillars just above a man's lips. She tried not to shudder as she had a flashback of her past.<br/><br/>A huff of annoyance escapes her as she rolled her eyes and sends another glare at George. She was never going to win this argument and that they would make their eventual trip to Cairo.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------<br/><span style="font-style: italic">A few days later</span><br/><br/>Sarah hovered around the room impatiently as she glanced to George. "Packing wouldn't take so long if you just gave up your<span style="font-style: italic">hobby</span>of summoning the dead," she commented as she took a seat on the edge of Georges bed, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked around his room. Only admitting to herself only, Sarah really did wish she could do more to help their living arrangements. She could move things with her mind but there aren't a lot of jobs for a ghost girl other than get the usual black cat out of the tree for a witch. Sometimes it gnawed at her why she even remained in this world, the thought didn't bother her as much as before but for now her companions will have to entertain her.<br/><br/>"If your mind really is set for Cairo and I'll have to go to keep an eye on you," she added placing her chin to rest in the palm of her hand. "One of my rules starting now, is that you will warn me if you try and exorcist practices. Promise?"