Investigate Myrtle's story.

"Where was it, exactly?" you ask, all thoughts of showering forgotten.

Myrtle explains where she had flown that morning. You make sure to commit it to memory.

"Is there anything else you saw before you left?" you enquire of the ghost.

"No", she replies, then reconsiders. "There was something else. I'm not sure if it's significant."

"Tell me", you insist.

"There was a dull red light in the area", Myrtle says slowly. "It wasn't a fire; they're usually brighter. It looked a bit... sickly."

Myrtle shivers.

"I've had enough of this", she says, and zooms away suddenly.

"Weren't you the one who wanted to chat?" you ask under your breath.