"Yeah." Jacob nods, grateful to talk about something that is not his father or the thing currently impersonating his father. "I ran into a friend of mine who was being followed by his superior from back home. But it wasn't real. I saw him take a swing at it- it just went right through."

Jacob came disturbingly close to trying to shoot his ghost in the middle of his kitchen when it first manifested. He's glad he held back on that, and not just because it would have been pointless.