He folds his arms. "No."

"Bye."

And he's back out again, and Jeremy disappears again.

And he's gonna go back in again! Or try!

No yeah, teekay wall again.

Then he will keep pushing.

Will the wall still be there when a car arrives?

Yes.

Which means that when a blond boy about the same age as Jake in a wheelchair rolls out of the accessible car he will already have a lot more evidence that this isn't a prank than he thought he would. "What the fuck."

Jake stops pushing against the wall and turns around. He's looking kind of winded.

"Oliver! Great to see you! And here I was thinking that Jeremy might decide to stop doing things just in time for you to arrive so I'd have a lot more trouble convincing you."

"...Jake, you, uh..."

"Pissed off a ghost? Not as much as he pissed me off. Now could you test going into the premises for me? I'm pretty sure he can't actually prevent anyone other than me specifically from doing this."

"...I don't think I've ever seen you this mad. Or, uh, mad at all."

"Which should tell you a thing or two. Now go on."

Right... He'll, uh, try to roll past the threshold Jake seemed to be having trouble with, how about?

No issue.

And if Jake tries it?

No entry.

"You're not joking. That's, you're. That's really happening? Wait, no, hold on, I need to be more skeptical, Jake, what."

"It's a long story!"

"There's a murderous ghost—"

"Not murderous."

Blink.

"—his parents had it coming. They pushed him down the stairs and nearly killed him when they found out he was gay and he had reasonable suspicions that they might try to finish the job."

Blink blink blink.