"What?" Jack looked incredulously at George. "You can't just leave me here with a pissy ghost."

"Yes I can," George smirked.

"Hey, right here!" Shannon shouted at the same time, shoving Jack in the shoulder, or George's shoulder, pushing him a bit. It wouldn't have moved him in his own body.

"George..." Jack was almost pleading here.

She was giving him a smug look, a payback look.

Oh. Shit.

"Oh, come on. I was experimenting a little. You would, too. Go ahead. I wouldn't mind. Sam's not even bad looking. You should go for it."

Shannon was loking at him now. "Men! You're all a bunch of disguting pigs. You screwed someone in her body? Jerk. I want another advocate!"

"Great, now she's calling me a jerk. She want's someone else. See, you can't walk away from that." Jack tried.