"Well, you'll see a bit."

John raised his hands over the corpse and closed his eyes. Another language left his lips. Then, his hands raised. A flashing burning white light filled the room. The light lessened, but still persisted through the room. His hands lowered and waited for Malcolm to turn around.

"Good news, mate. Nothing spooky inhabiting the body. Must be the nicotine filled lungs."

He gestured to the light in the room, then the light emanating from the body.