He rocks back and forth, one moment seeming too vibrant, too real, and the next as transparent as a membrane. He can still be touched, though, he hasn't gone--even if at moments he seems to disappear completely.

"You can't take me back. I belong here. I chose, this is what I chose." He twists around abruptly, seizing Drake's wrist, manic and frighteningly strong. "This, the coming and going, the shifts, the shifts--"