Sam crashed into things as he ran. He needed time to gather his wits. Walls and furniture that were impediments and bludgeoning obstacles to him did nothing to slow the corrupted building spirit; it just walked through them as if the object wasn’t there. The only things it detoured around were plants and the thieves’ cache of art objects scattered around the residence. Fortunately, the spirit was moving more slowly than he. as its summoner, knew it could. Under control of the wendigo, the spirit seemed inclined to play with its prey.