Jake watched him go, and sighed. What were those feelings? He's never had them before. They were... weird, but inviting. Made him want more.
Jake sat there, looking at the dirt on the groud, several conflicting thoughts running through his head. Things were just going haywire for him, and sometimes it wasn't bad (99% of the time it was though). He tried to concentrate on what he wanted, and how to get to that point. After a minute or two of serious focus, he came up with three things.
One: Figure out what happened to him, why it happened, and how to fix it.
Two: Figure out who the hell that ghost lady was, and why she wanted their new friend dead.
Three: See what he can learn about the ghost portal, and figure out how to close it. It was destroying their town.
Satisfied with this list of objectives, he smiled. "Good thinking leads to good things!" he paused, "Usually!" and then his smile faded into that of the depressed one, "Ah... shit. This is never going to work." He flopped on his back and covered his face back up with his hands, releasing a long groan of frustration. He was a mess.