"No, I just mean that, like, perhaps spears are particularly good because of some property they have that some other thing has more of and then we can use that other thing instead."

"They're the densest manifestations of magic. Mundane spears don't have nearly the same effect."

"So it might be a mathematical property of its volume, or something? Perhaps volume to area."

She blinks. "I didn't fight monsters much after the first few years."

Turning to the other guy, "Thank you for showing me your kitten." Flicker.

She sighs. "We should go, probably."

"It was nice to meet you, though," Kitten guy says.

"Likewise. Have a nice day," the ghost replies automatically.

"I'm gonna figure out how to save her," she says on the way back.

"...I'm pretty sure that doesn't happen. Maybe if you get a genie's attention somehow. Genies will do just about anything."

"—that's not a terrible idea."

"Hell if I know how to find a genie, though."

"Hmm."

Kitten guy feeds little meat treats to his kitten. "You talk to the magic union?"

"Not really, why?"

"Seems like they'd be the ones to talk to about this, is all."

"Oh, yeah, but I met that ghost just yesterday. Haven't had the time, really."

"Yeah, figures. I might bring Spotty here to see her some more. Might not."

"Yeah, she's... something. It's upsetting, that this happens."

"Almost as creepy as the Monster King." He shudders. "...Anyway, see you in class." 

"Seeya."

...say, how does one contact the Spirit Association?

They have a phone number, an email address, and an office in the next town over.

So next Saturday he takes a bus there.

The next town over: Is a town!

The office: Is a nondescript two-story building on the edge of what would be considered 'downtown'.

He goes up to the receptionist. "Good morning."

"Good morning. Welcome to the Catskill branch of the Spirit Bearers' Association. How can I help you?"

"I've met a ghost..."