"To me? No!" he replied, looking down at himself once more and running a hand through his hair as he struggled to process what was going on. Sure, some of the stuff he'd managed with Abra was absolutely crazy but he had never ever done anything that had resulted in him being a fucking ghost before.
"I'm a ghost," he said as he realized, moving closer to his dad as he spoke his thoughts out loud. "I'm... But... I haven't died. I would have known if I was going to die, so how am I a ghost? Where's my body at?"