All of his questions are good points. Lisa's dead. Just like every other family that moved into her house after she died — and she's sure there were more before Olivia's family — someone will move into this house eventually. She can't stop them, and there'll be no illusion forced onto her to make her think she's the only one there.

She doesn't have any answers, though. She has no idea how the city categorizes her or her house. Still, he's such a dick about it that Lisa's tone comes out sharp and defensive.

"Look, I don't know about any of that, okay?" she snaps. "But it's not like I can move out! I'm a ghost. Hello! Do they not have ghosts in England, Joe Jackson? Haven't you ever heard a ghost can't leave the place they died?" She swings an arm in the general direction of the cul-de-sac, eyebrows raised pointedly.