Beetlejuice frowned. Of all the people he missed, Lydia's dad was near the very bottom of the list. He was still salty about the multiple fights they'd had. But, he also knew that Charles was important to Lydia, and she'd just risked everything to help him. The least he could do was risk his pride. 

"If you want, kid." 

Beetlejuice rounded everyone up and poof'd them to the cabin. The yard was unmanaged and weedy. They left the gang outside and went in together to find Charles.

"Shit. This place reeks of depression," Beetlejuice looked around at the old take out containers and unfinished laundry. Charles had always been so neat. He must feel like real crap to let his home get this out of hand.