Lydia let out a roar of her own, her door slamming shut without her even touching it. "This is bullshit!" She yelled, no doubt loud enough for her father to hear her. She grabbed a duffel bag she had found while searching the house beginning to pack her clothes, the grimoire she started to create, tarot cards, and her pocket knife Charles had given her for protection.

She grabbed a piece of paper before furiously scribbling something down. When finished, she turned to Beetlejuice, eyes still golden with anger and energy. "Take us to the city. Now." She signed to him so Charles wouldn't hear.