[Her touch registers a little faster this time, and Mitchell glances at it for a second before he looks up at her face. She's very touchy, for a ghost, which means she was probably a little touchy as a person--well, she's a person, just a dead person--which isn't a strike against her, just a fact.

Anyways. He smiles, just slightly, even though he's half-worried over grey men and their probes himself.]

We're going t' find him. And then we'll have another thing to put in the scrapbook--The Time We Saved George, This Time With Possible Aliens. You can do your own late-night movie on it.