"All right. Bob?" The bird flutters away, and Casper puts a hand on his necklace, the pale bones on it seeming to glow faintly in the gloom. He closes his eyes, and pushes, the necklace glowing brighter under his fingers.

He reaches out for Lirisoir's hand, and there's a brief moment where there's an even stronger feeling of death and decay all around them. He tugs without really physically touching the spirit, pulling him in. A line of shadow stretches between the two until Lirisoir's pulled in completely, and the glow and feeling both fade.