His jeans are totaled.

The trio stood in silence for a moment. Carrie turned back to see Eric, her face once again showing an uncharacteristic amount of emotion. Maria let out a laugh, nervous and surprised, keeping her camera trained with one hand on the sight before her, even as her other let Eric's hand go as he steadied on his feet. And Eric, after his near-miss with the sword, suddenly felt a lot colder. He looked down, and saw his jeans in a tattered mess, still stuck to the floor by the sword. Above them, where they had once been? Just his bare legs, and the tight front of his boxer briefs, leaving little to the imagination of the two girls in front of him.

"What the hell!?" Eric cried.

"Holy shit," Maria whispered, another giggle and smile, coming to view, as Eric looked up and saw her pointing her camera at him.

"Stop it! Turn that off!" Eric started reaching with one hand to swat the camera away, until he heard beeps and clicks coming from right behind him; Carrie, with the wand of her strange ghost detector, waving it over his lower half.

"Fascinating," she whispered. Was she blushing? Eric couldn't tell, but he was sure he was doing the same. Quickly, he undid his hoodie and wrapped it around his waist.

"Alright, screw this," he said, "I'm going home."

"Like that?" Maria said, having thankfully turned the camera towards the floor. "We took my car getting here, you're going to walk across town in your underwear?"

Eric groaned. "I was kind of hoping you guys were coming too...."

Carrie shook her head. "These are genuine readings. I haven't seen anything like these before."

"Then how do you know they're genuine...." Eric muttered.

"The point is," Carrie said, a little briskly, "that I'm not leaving until we've investigated this place more thoroughly."

"If it's any consolation, I'll try and keep the camera off you for now," Maria said.

"Gee, thanks...." As the trio bickered, Betty's ghost delighted in the show she'd just put on, invisibly floating between Eric's legs, making the boy shiver and clench his sweatshirt tighter around his waist. There was so much more she could do to him.... Of course, there were two others here as well. Perhaps, Betty thought, she should start evening things out, and see where things went from there....