"Shall I pack our Farris a bag, m'am?"
Tamara and William turned at the sound of Martha's voice. Neither she, nor Farris for that matter, seemed in the least bit disconcerted by the presence of the naked warrior woman floating beside the carriage. Tamara knew that they had both caught glimpses of the ghosts, but she was still surprised at the lack of fright her two hardy servants showed.
Sadly, the same could not be said for Doctor Nichols. The siblings slipped their heads back inside the carriage to find the doctor unconscious, his limp body splayed across the seat, breathing shallowly.
Tamara sighed and glanced back out the window.
"I suppose you'd better, Martha."