Gansey rubbed his hands over his face. Was he to only be met with walls and darkness? The Phantom didn't even want to entertain any sort of discussion. He wanted to lay back on the chase and stare up at the ceiling dramatically, revel in the anguish of a mystery eluding his grasp.

But he stood. He still didn't want to chance the Phantom throwing him back in the mirror room because of disobedience. Following along, while he obeyed, he couldn't stop asking questions.

"How can I be yours," he asked, "if I don't even know you? I'm not an object. I can only be yours if I give myself to you." And that he could not do when all he knew was that the Phantom was a mystery.

Reaching out, he brushed his fingers against things as they walked. Anything within passing.

"I could give myself to a man. Not a ghost."