[ he replies even though he thinks he might be talking to a ghost, because he's Henry and he doesn't think that deeply about what he's doing or saying here. It's better than the ghost trying to kill him?! He's sort of peering at the shelves, trying to find out where the voice is coming from, hesitantly moving things around on occasion. ]
... Where are you? I don't, uh, see anything.
[ preparing to uncover something horrific underneath a stack of old papers - he doesn't even know what, but when things like this happen, it hasn't ever surprised him in a pleasant way. ]
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[ he replies even though he thinks he might be talking to a ghost, because he's Henry and he doesn't think that deeply about what he's doing or saying here. It's better than the ghost trying to kill him?! He's sort of peering at the shelves, trying to find out where the voice is coming from, hesitantly moving things around on occasion. ]
... Where are you? I don't, uh, see anything.
[ preparing to uncover something horrific underneath a stack of old papers - he doesn't even know what, but when things like this happen, it hasn't ever surprised him in a pleasant way. ]