"Thank you," he said, smiling warmly back at her. But now it was time to see his wife at last. He turned to the pentacle, began intoning the words of the spell. The summoning circle began to glow brightly, almost blinding in its brilliance. The shape of a woman appeared: tall, dressed in a pale pink nurse's uniform, with blonde hair that fell in long waves past her waist. She was lovely, just as lovely as Faust remembered.

"Johann?" she asked in disbelief. He moved forward to touch her arm, obut of course his hand simply went right through her. "Is it really you?"

It had been worth it. All those years of research all that torturing her name out of her uncle had all been worth it. He had hypotheses, of course; ghosts in distress had trouble controlling their powers. Perhaps his wife had remained in Germany while he'd been doing his preliminary studies. Back then he wouldn't have been able to see her. Back then -- but oh, what did that matter?

"Eliza," he said, his face lit with joy, "Don't worry. I've been working all these years. I'll bring you back! We can be together again!"

"Bring me back...?" She seemed taken aback for a moment. "You mean with the Fausts'... Johann, you musn't! It's unnatural!"

Then she looked around at the others assembled in the room. And at the room itself. "Where is this? What's happened?"