He dashed away to tug on the trapdoor to find that it was locked, before falling yet again and landing on the old pillow fort that had already gave way last time. Prior to any action after, a dart flew downward and pierced his hand. Blood trickled away slowly until it started to rise into the air into a malicious hand that swiped Saffron's credit card and unlocked it.

"Hey, I was going to pick that lock with that card!" Saffron cried, trying to get it back. 

The trapdoor opened again, with the same hand grabbing Ren's art portfolio, the dart wedged into Murphy's hand and the spell tag floated into the center into what looked like a Cerberus. At last, the tag was free of ghostly possession; free to roam this world again.