At first he had been worried that the Phantom would not come. It was dark and difficult to see. Had the Phantom lied? Would he vanish? Worry ate at him until he heard the lovely voice from the darkness. Sighing with relief, Gansey squinted into the darkness, trying to see his Ghost's figure. It was too difficult.

"You're very good at navigating in the dark," Gansey laughed, a little breathless. The worry lifted off of his chest and he held his books tight. "I've brought some books. Well, journals. You told me so much about the Opera House that I wanted to repay the favor. I've written down some stories of my own; I've been a few places, I've met some interesting people. I thought you might like it."

Feeling a bit silly now, he bowed his head, still trying to adjust to the darkness.

"Did I disturb you? I know I wasn't gone for very long." Even if it had felt like forever.