Newt examined his hand, looking puzzled. It did feel wet after waving through that fog, but he couldn't see anything on it. "Um, ghost?" He asked, worriedly. Peering back at the "fog", he realised that if he squinted, he got flashes of angry-looking girl covered in blood like eye-floaters*. His eyebrows did a small jig on his forehead. "Um, I... okay?"

<sub>*Newt was one of those naturally un-occult souls that never saw the supernatural unless they were trying. Of course, he'd thought he'd seen Agnes in the smoke, but that was ten years ago and besides, he didn't believe in ghosts. Something** was telling him to start quickly though...

**It might've been the kissing demons or the angels or something.</sub>