[It sure does unsettle Dan! It unsettles him way more than the ghostly image of Planker and the door, which falls under the 'not that weird' category that Dan's developed in two decades of hunting monsters and allying with magicians.

If Dan believed justice was about things being even, he'd be more comfortable with this. After all, Planker's a sadist, and more than that, he won't be the only person having his mind violated this month in the face of those memory storms. And Dan's definitely been plenty free with availing himself to people's secrets, homes, purses, but that's usually been when he's soloing something and could decide when enough was enough.

He steps away from Planker, the real one, watching to see if he's truly frozen. Planker doesn't move, and the ghost version's arm goes right through Stacia. Dan gives Stacia a shrug, but keeps his eye on their flesh and blood target instead of the illusory one. While he's at it, he grabs some of the robot's little razor flechettes and tucks them down his sock for later.]

Don't reckon he can do much to us like this. He turned me down for being short. What kind of shallow horseshit is that?

[He doesn't actually expect an answer.]