"Oh my gosh!" Adam stood, whipping out his phone to call 911. 

"No!" Beetlejuice flew toward him, and swiped his hand through the phone to short circuit it. He then flew over to Lydia, alongside Barbara. "Kid, you gotta calm down. Slow, deep breaths, okay?"

"Oh, honey, we don't have to see him," Barbara said, backpedaling. "It was just a suggestion. We wouldn't force you!" She didn't know what to do, and was clearly panicking herself.

Beetlejuice did his best to make his hands solid, and gripped Lydia's hands under the table. "Lyds, just listen to me and keep breathing."