Ronan was mildly interested in this task as his wife had been an employee of this department when they had first met. He noted carefully the differences between the poltergeist and a ghost and nodded to Mr Stryker as he entered into the hallway.

His eyes adjusted to the low lighting and Ronan looked around before noticing the slimy walls. Something brushed against the hem of his pants and the young man looked down to see a tripped wire he had set off.

Suddenly, a speeding tennis ball breezed past his head. The young man ducked out of instinct looking around for any other sort of object that might try to hit him. He covered his face so that none would injure him too badly, forgetting that he did own a wand and could deflect the objects if he wanted. Standing up, Ronan breathed heavily as he surveyed the area. He felt goose bumps rise on his skin with the decrease in temperature and looked around in alarm for the cause of it. There, floating before him was a grinning woman with a tennis ball in her hand.

'Perhaps she is able to control the temperature of the room?' Ronan wondered as he studied the smiling woman. "What are you going to do with that tennis ball there, Poltergeist?" he demanded to know, standing determined in his spot glaring at the floating figure as if daring her to throw the ball at him.