Marcia needed to regroup with Rusty quickly. This was no normal haunted house and if Rusty is caught by something like her they could be in big trouble.
Fortunately despite her physical abilities being limited by her current form, her physcic powers were in full force. Tracking Rusty position in the Men's Wing was easy. Albeit getting there would take far longer than she preffered.
She's only halfway to him when she sensed Rusty being surprised. A moment later it became clear he was being attacked. Normally she wouldn't be worried, but if the hell hound was anything like the banshee it wasn't going to go like normal.
Toddling as fast as she could, Marcia strained to glean more information. Still too far out to offer assistance, she felt Rusty's mind fill with confusion. The death of the attacker brought some relief, but whatever was happening to Rusty didn't stop.
Finally catching up to Rusty's mind, Marcia was shocked to find it was currently located inside of a golden retriever standing in Rusty's clothes, "Ruthty!"
The dog looked at her and barked timidly.
"Yeth, I wath turned into thith by the banshee. I wath coming to warn you, but I wath too thlow."
Rusty made a whining noise and Marcia too his meaning. What are they going to do now?