"No. Not yet."

The Ghost is equally quiet, watching as Trina stirs momentarily at the sound of a snuffle from the baby monitor, and settles back into her reverie as the sounds from the nursery promptly even out into soft breathing again.

Turns his gaze to Logan, and suddenly the Ghost looks more worn and tired than he had on the beach.

"Me? I'm played out," he says with a smile.

"It's all you from here, dude."