"You and Nina looked good out there," Teddy said as Matthew rubbed his temple. "Are you alright?"
Matthew leaned back slightly. "Just a headache."
"Want me to get you something—?"
"No. I just need some air," Matthew said, standing up.
The ghost girl appeared beside him as he stepped out of the hall. "You're not actually sick," she said, trailing after him. "You're faking it, right? I knew it. I knew you'd do something tonight."
Matthew didn't respond. He kept walking, eyes half-closed, his hand still pressed to the side of his head.
The ghost floated in circles beside him. "Wait, someone's coming. This is it, isn't it? The setup? Oh, I'm going to witness the whole thing! How exciting!"
Matthew gave a low grunt and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Matt?" Dean called as he walked over. "You okay? You don't look too good…"
"I—I just need some air," Matthew muttered, his voice slurred.