With some effort, Danny wrenches his mind away from the memory. It wasn't true, he knew that. But Spectra had always known how to find the words and doubts that hurt the most. And fearing that he could never truly be accepted in his world... well, that was a hard one not to believe.

He holds on to her hands, focusing on the feeling to center himself.

"I got that. I'm good."

But even saying that didn't make the whispers stop. He tries to ignore them... but when he hears the voices of his parents he can't help himself but listen.

"I'm just saying, if we could find that ghost at Jazz's school we could peel it apart like an onion!"

"Well we can't completely vaporize it. Don't you want to examine the remains?"

Danny stiffens at the half-remembered conversation he'd once overheard and draws back.