From the fascination on the boy's face, possibly not many. He seems to glance at the words once and dismiss them, far more interested in the pictures.

"This is where I leave you. Or this particular me. But there are others. You may find yourself elsewhere. Or perhaps you'll wake up." The Ghost shrugs, then tilts their head. "And, perhaps, yes, you can. The question, Dan Sartoris, is whether you have the time."

There's a gust of cold wind, accompanied by the sound of church bells tolling, that leaves Dan alone as the warm kitchen fades around him.