Mary looks confused at the idea of missing the Internet. She's only used to the slow and still niche dial-up version. But she makes no comment on it, for now.

When the two of them look into the bathroom, a spectral something lunges toward them with an otherworldly screech. Mary tries to shove Kavinsky out of the way, but who knows if that will even work (she's only about three feet tall).

"Holy fucking shit!" Mary cries.

The ghost swoops and circles back around to attack again, howling like a banshee.