Danny's dreams had been weird lately, ever since defeating Dan. He expected the nightmares, sure, but the weirdest ones were the ones without Dan. Maybe it had something to do with him seeing an alternate future he'd created, maybe it was his interfering with time, but the dreams happened regardless of the cause.
"You've been awake for too long, friend. Newborn ghosts like you still need sleep."
Danny let out a dry laugh and turned, looking at Pariah Dark himself, but he didn't have the scars of the man he'd fought at age fourteen. "I was a ghost for twenty-five years before I died, thank you very much," he replied. "You forget I was a halfa."
Pariah smiled. "Most do. No one here understands it, how you became half human and half ghost through… you called it an electronic device? That doesn't exist yet for us."
Danny sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Right," he breathed. "I am the one and only, aren't I?" He paused for a beat, looking Pariah over. "You came for insight, didn't you?"
"When your closest friend is the ghost of time, it's hard not to indulge."
"Lucky for you, I'll always be around to hold back such pampering." There was a thinly veiled threat in the statement, one neither of them missed but only one understood. Danny turned, glancing in one of the few mirrors in his lair. In the reflection, he saw not himself, but Clockwork.