"I get mad," she says, crossing her arms in front of her and rubbing her hands along them above the opposing elbows. "I just get mad, that's all."

"At people who go stag to prom," prompts Bella.

Minnie nods unhappily.

"Because... they can't get hurt the same way you were?" guesses Bella.

"I don't know," she says frustratedly.

"Has it been this way since you died? Were you ever that angry before?"

"I don't..." She falters, then shakes her head. "I don't think so. Except that night. I was that mad then, for sure." Minnie shivers.

"I bet. If anything could make somebody mad enough to kill it'd be getting murdered."

"I was mad before then," she says. "I dumped him in front of everybody and chased him into the bathroom and then," she swallows, "it turned out he was madder."

Bella nods solemnly. "He's probably dead," she says.

"I guess," says Minnie. "It doesn't seem to make much difference."

"My other friend found David's obituary," Bella says quietly. "He died on November fifth. 1933."

"Good riddance," says Minnie, scowling.

[Cause?] Bella asks Giles. Jarvis presumably already heard over the phone what she told Minnie and knows that he can stop looking.

[Vampire.]

"A vampire got him," Bella adds. Normally she wouldn't tell anyone this, but Minnie is already herself a ghost. [Any evidence he turned?]

"Feel better?" Bella asks her. [Thank you so much.]

"Much," she says, and she twirls around, her outdated dress floating through the air.

"D'you think you'll be less angry now, or did it not help that much?"

Bella nods slowly. "I have a little bit of magic," she says. "I'm going to try and see if it can un-angry you, okay?"