Charles was silent for a while. "You know, I was just kidding about that whole "FBI" thing." 

How did he get himself wrapped up in this? He couldn't just put them out now. This girl needed help. But he also couldn't help but wonder how the [i]Maitlands[/i], of all people, were able to deal with this. 

His house was a remote lakeside cabin just outside the city limits. When he pulled up, he got the...demon, and carried him inside. He set Beetlejuice down in the tub inside the master bathroom. There was no way he was going to get black demon blood all over the rugs. 

"I'll get him fixed up," Charles said. "Why don't you see if you can find something to change into and get cleaned up in the upstairs bathroom."