Beetlejuice had dozed off at the foot of the cot, leaned against the wall with his neck at an unnatural angle. A living person would have a sore neck for a [i]week[/i] if they pulled that crap.

"Hmmph?" He looked up when he heard his name. He turned and watched Lydia slowly coming to. "Hey kiddo. Sleep well?" He gave a little forced smile. He'd fallen asleep while scheming. The breathers forgot to force him back into the ghost plane. So here he was, summoned and ready to go. 

"I've been thinking, Lyds. When those fuckers come back, what if you kicked the salt away from the door? I could get us out of here like [i]that[/i]." He snapped his fingers. This was the first time the bastards had screwed up this badly. It would be their only shot at freedom for a very long time.