Beetlejuice frowned at Lydia, who was looking pretty pitiful in that dumb hospital gown. Would it kill them to give her a coat? Some pants, maybe? He took her shoulders again, trying to shield her from a particularity nasty gust of icy wind, and sudden they were inside.

The furniture towered over them. BJ had shrunken them down so they could stay out of sight. There were several men in business attire mulling around, but his Russian wasn't the best.

"Any idea which one of these schmucks we should follow?" He asked.