Ghost gets a text late-ish on the third day: I'm down in the workshop. You don't need to visit unless you feel like texting in person. It's from the familiar number for James Buchanan, former research subject and occasional friend. James shows up now and then to tinker with his vigilante gear or play with the more delicate bits of his own metal arm.

This isn't the usual time or day that he'd be here, though.