In the Category of Families

"Why didn't you ask for that in the first place? I bought her a new tea set from Rikulu for our first anniversary," Lord Fairfax replied.

"That'll 'ave ta do then." Sighed Sarah. "Lead tha way, Lord Doily, Ah'd loik ta see this 'appy reunion over an don wit."

The ghost was quick to lead the way to his misses, avoiding servants as best as he could as they passed across the ship. It was a fairly long walk, getting closer to the middle of the ship on the second floor. Eventually, the small group arrived to a room covered in white clothes and flowers. A lap poodle was quick to greet them with a hearty round of yapping. The ghost pointed to the room, offering, "She's in there."

Luke paused in the hall when he spotted the rooms, grumbling, "Mind if I stick back a bit? Don' wan' to temp' fate or nothing."

Sarah looks up at the big man, unease clear on her face, "Actually, when Ah make the spook 'ere visible, Ah'll need ye ta get me oot a tha way, but do as ye will." Walks across the room, takes a deep breath, and calls out, "Lady Fairfax? Yer frien wot boughtcha tha tea set from Rikulu would loik ah word wit ye."

"Wait, what do you mean by-" Luke tried to ask before Sarah ran off. In a moment of unclear thought, he moved to follow after her. He immediately regretted the decision.

The Dowager Lady Fairfax offered Sarah a confused look. She gently asked, "Miss, may I ask who you are? Are you one of the family members of one of the servers?"

Sarah winced slightly, really not looking forward to this exchange. "Ah'm Sarah, m'lady" she said, offering a slight cutrsy. "Ahm no' one a yer workers, though Ah'm tryin tae do a favor fer yer 'usband." She raised her small hands, hoping to cut off whatever the Ladys immediate reaction would be, "Ah knoo ye've seen a man aboot this a'for, m'lady, but if ye'll jus gimme a mo' Ah'll get this over wit an' be oot a yer 'air." She paused, waiting for the older womans words.

"Oh... oh dear," Responded the Lady Fairfax. "You do realize my son does not believe in seances? He is currently hunting down the last person to preform one. Though if you are here and insisting, how much would you like to be paid for your services?"

Sarah waves her hand, "Nah m'lady, Ah'm dooin this as mah part of a proomise ta yer 'oosban, though Ah wouldnt turn doon a cup a tha tea, if ye don moind." Sarah says with a sidelong glance, "Though there is one thing, part o' tha deal is, ye kinnae tell anyone aboot this, Ah'm serious, et'll put me in a bit o' trouble if word gets roun'. Kin Ah trus ye ta keep this room in this room?"

"I suppose," The Lady Fairfax replied, looking a bit torn. This was quite the good gossip material. "Is there anything else you need from me?"

"Jus' yer unnerstandin that thisll be brief, so make yer word count." She then turned so her back was to Lady Fairfax, and gestured the dead Lord to get on eye level with herself. As soon as he was where she needed him, she muttered, "Do this roit tha first toim ol' man, Ah won be doin et again fer a stretch." With that, she took an almost impossibly deep breath which caused her tiny chest to swell like a balloon. Just as it looks like shes about to rupture, she opens her mouth wide and expels a reletively massive cloud of viscous smoke billows forth, clinging and providing shape to a head that, while a little rough, is unmistakeably Lord Nathaniel Farifax. Sarahs chest deflates to a painful looking display, and as the last whisps of smoke clear her lips, she doubles over on the floor, clutching her sides and violently coughing up a thick, green substance that evaprates almost as quickly as it congeals on the floor.

A look of concern filled Luke's face at the girl's collapse and he was quick to move forward to ask her, "Y'alrigh'!?" As soon as he realized that she wasn't going to be responding due to her coughing, he tried glanced around the room for some water, to no avail.

The ghost took no time to wait before offering his message. "Esther... You need to know the truth. The Morenne family has betrayed us. My death was not an accident, but a murder by the viscount's hands. Make our son stop his silly search for the Fairchild conman and warn him of this."

"The Viscount? Surely..."

"I had difficulty believing it as well, though I can assure you I saw it with my own eyes. He loosened the bolts. He stood by and watched me fall."

Sarah was still trying to get her breath back, but she could hear enough of what the Lord Fairfax was saying to start cursing in her mind. "Ah thought tha bally wisp wan'ed ta say g'bye or tell where 'e left 'is knickers" she thought, "Ah dinnae wan ta be dragged inta a conspiracy game." Still hacking up the ectophlem, she started tugging on Lukes shirt and pointing towards the ships exit.

Luke tried to pick up the girl and head off the ship, a bit of panic in his steps. He knew there was a first aid kit on The Heat, but this wasn't something he though a few bandages and some brandy could solve. He had every intention of calling the hospital once he had arrived safely.

As the exited the hall, the voice of the dowager Fairfax seamed to break into sobs. The dead lord replied, "Don't cry. There is still hope for justice. However, such hope will be lost if my son marries Lavinia Cardham..."

As they get off the gangplank, Sarahs still hocking a bit, but has her breath back. "Is... is thar (hack) is thar any way Ah could (cough) git some milk, pony boy?" She wheezes out, "Away (cough) away from 'ere (hack) would be best."

"We got some powered milk on the ship," Luke replied, still carrying the girl as he headed back for the ship.

Sarah manages to wheeze out, "Thatll do just fine." before slumping against the big man, wore out from her little ordeal.