[Sometimes, it astounds Joker the kind of good that’s still around. For all that he’s tried to hide it, the things he left behind back in England haunt him in a way that’s distinctly un-supernatural. He takes a breath, nodding.]

Fair enough. Anyway… Remember when I was tellin’ ya I was dealin’ with ghost problems? That was because… [Him and Angel grimace in unison.] One of the ghosts started lookin’ like a girl that I…

[There’s no pretty way to put it.]

...Because a me, she fell ta her death.