Lawrence was already judging how far he'd have to jump to impale himself on that bird bath when the ghost woman stopped him. He straightened up, frowning. What did [i]she[/i] care if he killed himself? She was a ghost herself! He crossed his arms, not looking convinced. 

"Look lady, I'm very busy here. I don't have money for whatever ghostly self help program you're running. And besides, I don't even [i]know[/i] your name!"