"...Thanks. Really. I think I would feel a little safer not being alone for a bit. And thanks for trying." He sighs heavily. "I can barely even go into the kitchen at home anymore. Too much iron in the appliances and pans. I think putting iron around my house is a no go."

His parents would be home. Maybe. But he didn't even know where to start with explaining where he'd been for the last week. He hadn't even told them about his ghost half. There was no way he could tell them the truth about what happened.

"I probably should have guessed that the iron thing wasn't just ghosts. When have I ever been that lucky, right?"

Even Danny's voice sounded exhausted. It had been a very long week. And now that he was out of there, he was starting to feel the effects of all the stress he'd been under.