Hokay, is everyone settled then? Iman is not being the best captive audience, and is crouching down and not being excited enough at all, why isn't anyone ever the right emotion when things happen, this is such a trial. May as well get on with it then, not that he has any chance of keeping his excitement to himself much longer anyway. With a theatrically hands-intensive flourish, he spins the mirror around and puts it in front of Callie's not-green, not-spooky-eyed face. "Callie, look. Look at your eyes. Not black. Not white. Not a dream. However you got pulled through the rift, you're not a ghost anymore." THIS TIME, EVERYBODY LIVES. And there's absolutely no way this can go as badly for him as the moon being an egg. Hopefully. "You're really here." Sure, this city is gross and loud and about as warm and personable to look at as a Dalek's backside, but it has got to be better than being a ghost hiding in dreams and fearing death. Ghosts shouldn't have to worry about that, and wee polite alien children doubly so. And now she doesn't have to!

He shoots Iman a smug look, a 'beat that!' look, though she's currently just a stand-in for the universe, though absolutely none of this is his doing, unless some kind of lingering psychic signature dragged Callie through in his wake or something, but that seems remarkably unlikely. It's not his work, but it's exactly the kind of work he stands for, and probably the biggest kick in the face to death in awhile at least. Probably even in a way that won't have regrettable consequences for everyone involved. How often, in his incredibly long life, has that been the case? All the triumph, none of the guilt, zero cosmic imbalance, ghost-free. So yeah, take that, universe. None of your shit today.