Telling a man being tormented by a ghost that he had to calm down wasn't going to work either, if the sound Sulu made at Ianto's insistence was any indication. He couldn't stand this any more - his usual patience had run short by day three and now, faced with some paranormal thing trying to make his life miserable, taunting him and Ianto, able to move wherever, do anything - lock them in -

"I'm not going to calm down, Ianto!" he snapped, the hostility he felt towards the ghost leaking into his voice. If this were any other time, he wouldn't have snapped at Ianto like that, and if he had, he would have felt sorry immediately - but right now, he was too high-strung, too anxious to care.

The thing seemed to do the caring for him; immediately after he yelled at Ianto, he felt a... well, a pause, like that cold air near him had frozen solid, and then something, something was digging its fingers into his side and sinking its teeth into his shoulder. Yelping, Sulu flailed, tearing away from the suddenly freezing cold presence, so much colder than it had been before. He let out a string of curses, most in Japanese, and then the decanter was in the air, being hurled straight for him. Before he could react, it clocked him, the blow sending him reeling.