"I know that BARBARA! That's the problem, no one's like me." Lydia snapped before becoming reclusive, shutting down a little. "You know what, I really wanted to help you guys but you're just hopeless. Here's hope, here's you. I-It's less! You know what, bye!" 

She started to head towards the wall to leave them alone to figure the whole dead thing themselves. Why did she have to get such adorable labradoodles as ghosts? Hell, her dead therapist or tax attorney would have been better than these two!