Danny didn’t move for a full second after the location resolved.

He didn’t celebrate. Didn’t speak. He just stared at the convergence point like it might flinch if he looked away.

Chloe felt it—the shift in him. The way the hunt had gone from abstract to visceral.

“Danny,” she said quietly. “Talk to me.”

He blinked once, then dragged a breath into his lungs. “It’s not a ghost anymore.”

She tightened her grip on his arm. “How solid?”

“Solid enough that he had to ...