Meg has quietly drifted over for a better look at the ramshackle building nearby.

She can just barely make out a desk, looking through the (incredibly dirty) window.

At least, she assumes there's a desk under the stacks and stacks of paper.

It would appear that ghosts to not keep up with their filing.

Or window washing.

Or sweeping.

Or, well, general housekeeping.

"You may have a point," Meg says to the ghost.

"And we understand, of course, that you have a job to do and you're not supposed to let us go to the castle.

"But since we're here . . . do you need help with anything before we leave?"