Benjamin shared Dia's surprise, this was unlike everything he knew about ghosts. "Can you still go through solid objects?" he asked. 
For the moment he forgot where he was locked up, and why he was there. He had Dia with him. He looked at his wrist where she had touched him. It had felt real.

The guard tensed up and glanced back to the door. "Yes, I can imagine," he said, shuddering slightly. He soon regained composure. "But if he would have behaved and not attack the psychiatrist, he wouldn't have been locked up here. It's for the safety of the others he has to stay here. I'm sure that you, as staff, realise that too."
The guard genuinely believed what they did here was for the best of the patient, that they were helping him. 

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Marc sighed, he knew for sure he had fucked-up. He thought back to his choice of words and while he didn't really know what he had said wrong, he honestly didn't want to see that evil side of her, so he wanted her to stay in control of her other side. Maybe he shouldn't have told her to try and stay in control, surely she would try that without him telling her. 
"Look, I'm sorry if I offended you," he said. "I'm taking you out because I want to take you out and I'm sure we'll have a good time together."
The jazz still played, Marc left the jazz station on after Sara had mentioned it had a good effect on her.