"A little differently?" He asked, incredulous, "Charles, we can't travel by mirror, I don't even know if I can still do magic," he hadn't had a chance to try yet, and was dreading what would happen if it didn't work, "None of our regular contacts are going to talk to us if we're breathing, and we certainly aren't going to be able to face down the things we usually do on the regular if they can actually kill us, which they can. That's not just a little different, that's a complete changeover!"

He was trying to keep a handle on his emotions, he really was, and the harder he tried the more slippery they seemed to get, "Because let's not fool ourselves, Charles, more things can kill us than can't. The living world is an inherently dangerous place and I'm..."

He pressed his lips together hard for a moment, shaking his head once, "I'm not built for it. I wasn't the first time around and I'm certainly not now, I've been a ghost for lifetimes longer than I was alive in the first place, and I don't remember how things were supposed to work."

For instance he wouldn't have remembered to eat if Charles hadn't thought of it first, he'd just have continued to deteriorate and been confused as to why, besides that he'd barked his knee on the corner of the desk circling it because he'd forgotten that he wouldn't just clip through it like he normally would have.