_{[Henry stares at the freak candle baby and scoops up his gear. It had drool on it. Ecto drool.]}

What? What? _{[He shakes his head. He's still dizzy from the ghostfire.]} I'm sorry, Heather...I meant to pick up a few things at the poke'mart. I heard noises coming from my bag and now I'm here. I didn't mean to worry you.