Both Maitlands desperately wanted to know who "they" was. The mafia? Human traffickers? The Cartel? All three? What were they getting themselves into? They shared another look, and then their minds were made up. It didn't matter. This little girl needed them, and they couldn't just leave her here. 

"Ok, sweetie," Barbara said. "No one but Dr. Whitman. Adam, can you give him a call?" She turned to her husband, who was dialing the doctor up now. Then, back to Lydia. "Do you need help getting in the backseat, hun?" 

Beetlejuice was suddenly already in the car, sitting with his arms crossed, a deep frown on his face. This wasn't exactly how he pictures their great escape: sitting in the back of a minivan owned by two adorably sexy labradoodles. But, he supposed, the important thing was they were still free, even if they [i]should[/i] be halfway to Guatemala by now. 

Once Lydia was inside and buckled up, thanks to the help of Barbara, the van was rolling again. 

"What's your name, hun?" Barbara asked, peering around to the back seat. "I'm Barbara, and this is my husband, Adam." Adam gave an adorable little wave. 

"God, these are the two whitest people I've ever met," Beetlejuice muttered.