Luigi staggered to the side of the crib, gripping the bars in the last moments he had before his knees gave out. He had done it. He had beat him, sucked the ghost into the Poltergust.
Slowly the frenzic, biting panic left him and he slid down on the cushions, utterly drained. He didn’t even have the energy to wonder how he was to get out of here. As it turned out, though, he didn’t have to worry about that.
Gently he felt the bars begin to melt between his fingers. When he opened his eyes he found himself once again on the nursery floor. The lights were on.
