She caught it without much effort, because she'd played sports in high school and college and had only lost a few steps since then, and she found the button Backpack had indicated with her thumb and depressed it. There was an almost inaudible click, and the hinged doors opened.

Jules set the contraption down on the hardwood floor, and the late Ms. Grizzard had started to wail, her ghostly mouth opening in a circle of distress. The smal box had started to radiate a yellowish light, one that clashed with the bright blue, and the blonde took a judicious step backwards. If it was powered by something other than electricity, which seemed likely, blowback from it could be the least of her worries.

Camera next time, definitely.