Beetlejuice righted himself, before standing in front of Clef, hand in his pockets. “Who are ya looking for? They’re probably not here. I’ve only run into one familiar face and they hate my guts. Although, I guess that could be because I keep dumping sea water on her, but, she had that second one coming since she insulted Scarecrow. Why are you in a bubble?”

Clef, meet Beetlejuice.