Elaine's gone off for a funeral, right in the middle of our investigation of another useless medium. I wanted to get this all cleared up before I left here, but it'll have to wait now. I hope it can still be finished in time.

She's gone for a week. Surely funerals only take a few hours?

I told her I want to be cremated when I die, and have my ashes thrown in Grimshaw's face. So I can get up his nose, one last time.

She has no sense of humour.