Daisy left the door guard where he'd fallen, his body in the doorway, preventing the door from closing. She laid a hand on the doorjamb to steady herself for a moment. She was weak and a little lightheaded from blood loss, and terribly thirsty.

She ignored the hysterical babble of voices around her. The spirits of Sakai, Wilson, Jacob and the guard were all talking at once, to themselves, to one another, to Daisy. They were shocked, horrified, angry, fearful. Irrelevant.

Daisy knew she had only a short time before the security guards responded. She had to act now. The panicked security guard was her best ally at the moment; if his panic spread, it would slow their response and dull their wits. That would help, but she needed more.

She looked at Boone, who was watching her with drug-dulled eyes. He was conscious and aware, but not very alert. He might be some help, but not much. Daisy straightened up and stumbled over to kneel by Ami.

Daisy tried briefly to rouse Ami, but she was thoroughly out of it. The sound of raised voices and movement in the hallway outside told her that time was rapidly running out. Which left only one choice.

Ghosts never sleep. As a disembodied consciousness, they are always conscious. Always. Even if they're pulled from an unconscious body.

Daisy grasped Ami's hand and stood up, drawing Ami's spirit to her feet as well. Ami looked about as shocked as Daisy expected her to be, but there was no time for niceties.

"You're not dead, but I need you. Can you use your mojo in this form?"