There frankly aren't a lot there, anyway: the ghost, the stuffed toy, some origami animals and a book half-full of handwritten notes. The gun under the pillow. Like four blankets on the bed. Their tac gear and rifle are in a locker in the armory car, and their tablet is in a jacket pocket, and lantern, as always, on their shoulder strap.

"And you're good at matching a tune." It was nice having someone to sing with for once. Spirit-language wasn't really the same, there was no harmony or even melodic through-line. "Was it good for the metal?" they ask, since that was the point of the exercise, even if it was pleasant besides.