[ There's a horrible pause in which Arthur considers the implications of more than one person being possessed, and attempts to run through every part of his and April's interaction so far, to look for moments where she might have acted strangely--

He doesn't think she has. Not that he's noticed. And doubting her just now feels a lot like doubting his own senses: that way lies madness, and, more importantly, the inability to get anything done. ]

Your job, [ he says, remembering. The detail had slipped his mind until now or he might have mentioned it to Bash before. ] Have you dealt with possessions before? Wait-- wait, no, I'm sorry, I need to tell Bash this happened. He's-- he told me about the first possession.

[ And he navigates through his contacts until his phone yells the right name, and then dictates an urgent-sounding text to Bash. ]