He's adrift, helpless and swirling, back on a plane he knows is not the tangible, physically recognizable one. He casts out blindly, seizing at the strands and tangles of himself and pulling them back into the physical knot that forms the basis of manifestation.

Daniel reappears above the city's cloud cover, his reconstructed shape's feet planted firmly on empty air.

"Oh sh - "

Abruptly, he restructures back in the grimy alley way, unexpectedly behind Rashad, his energy numb and vibrating as if having just received the metaphysical equivalent of an unpleasant electric shock. Again he yanks himself back into relative order, enough to vocalize with what he's hoping is a complete and unalarming spectral manifestation, "did it work?"