Abra walked away from the ghost, the memory, whatever it was. It couldn't hurt her family and that was the important thing. She gently placed her hands on Dan's back when he turned away. "You're not eight anymore and she's not real."
Abra glanced over at her grandfather. "That's a good idea. We can get it to go." Not being able to see Dan's face was starting to make her really worry. "Anywhere Dan wants. Maybe we can even go eat with the animals." She looked over at the robots. "Where were you guys all the times my mom made me clean my room?" She wasn't expecting an answer. She was hoping to lighten the mood and get Dan to move his hands off his face.