Danny was concentrating on Mrs Massey more than whatever anyone was shouting. He still gripped on tight to the tray full of spilled drinks and ruined food as he managed another couple of backward steps. Could he run? He couldn't manage a lock-box, not in this body. Brenna didn't Shine...
Just then, a door seemed to close in front of the ghost, and suddenly she was back in the chair where he'd first seen her, grinning up at him once more. Danny began to recede in Dan's mind as he started to try and force himself to think. Brenna had no Shine. How the hell was he seeing Mrs Massey, if Brenna couldn't? His mom had never seen her, although she'd seen the ghost's leavings.
The tray was set down on the table, coffee slopping over the edge as his hands shook, and then Dan looked back at the fake ghost, who was pushing herself to her feet once more. "False face," he said, his voice still shaky, but then it started to regain some strength. "Not real."