He expects a little pushback, but besides a little spin of his eyes, he doesn't complain. Maybe it's unconventional, but it was a ghost that cracked this case open. Maybe a ghost can help close it.

"I'll keep you up to date as long as you do the same for me," Klaus says he slowly pulls himself to his feet. He's sore from head to toe-- headache from the gas, bruised up from throwing himself against the sides of that wooden box, fingers stinging beneath his bandages. But he's had worse.

"Do you need anything else from me right now?" He asks with a heaving sigh. "Because I've got a boyfriend out there who will sing me to sleep if I ask, and I want a week long nap."