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Memories

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The phenomenon wasn't well known, too few ghosts met the prerequisites, but ghosts with sufficiently similar ectosignatures and cores could share worked well for Danny and Dani.

Dani had benefited the most when she had first been made. In the tube she had been grown in, she dreamed of Danny's life. Flashes of light and emotion, sound and meaning. Vlad had told her she was a genius, for progressing through her lessons so quickly, but, in truth, she was just remembering what Danny knew. When they met, she got more. She could remember entire stories, entire incidents, and she had finally understood what was happening.

She had been so afraid Danny could see her memories, too, that he would realize what she was doing, that she was working for Vlad, that she was spying on him, that she going to betray him. But he never seemed to pick up on anything out of the ordinary, not until the trap was sprung.

Afterwards, when she was traveling, she still sometimes wound up with Danny's memories. Glimpses of history and algebra, of ghost fights and days spent with families and friends. She assumed that it was just her.

But it wasn't.

When she next spoke to Danny, he told her about his dreams of Paris, Rome, Beijing, and Tokyo, and his sudden facility with languages he'd never encountered. He thanked her for letting him see them, experience them.

Then he told her a darker story about memory, just in case.

He told her about Dan.