"He does," Nina answered, almost immediately, still without looking up yet. She took another bite of pancake, and then shoved a few more pieces around her plate.

"Something else." Nina frowned, trying to recall the night before. "It was more like a ghost." There was no surefire way to know that for sure, but that was what it had felt like, and it was the best shorthand Nina knew for how to convey her experiences to Lana.