[ something could still be a thing beyond their understanding, Evie wants to argue. yes, most of their investigations into so-called supernatural events with the Ghost Club had turned up much more mundane solutions than it would first appear, but she still has plenty of questions about one encounter... ]

Doesn't Spring-Heeled Jack ring a bell? Your second encounter with him involved an awful lot of vanishing in clouds of smoke and unanswered questions, the way you told it at the pub.

[ Evie gets to her feet once more, beginning her own inspection of the scene on the opposite side of the bridge to her twin. the picture painted here is much the same; echoes of people who don't seem to have left by normal means.

she frowns. Jacob's right; it doesn't make sense. she wonders, fleetingly, if perhaps they truly have come across something genuinely paranormal this time. as unlikely as it may be, Evie prefers that possibility a great deal more to another more unsettling that's crossing her mind - that their enemies have somehow figured out a way to confound their other sight. she decides to keep that thought to herself for now. ]

What? What is it? [ she turns and crosses back over to her brother, peering over the edge of the bridge. what she sees makes her rub her eyes and look again, just to make sure she's not imagining it. ]

Jacob. What in the world are we looking at?