Desmond nodded, knowing she probably felt stupid talking to a corpse. He wish he knew how he had done that with Luna... being able to appear and talk to her for a bit... He wasn't able to do it again, and he was still confused on how he'd done it the first time. He looks at his body. It was still going just as fast, sucking in quite the amount of darkness in such a small amount of time. It might even be done in the next hour or so... and as he began to question why the suction wavered, and slowed. Adding another thirty minutes to the waiting list. He tilted his head. Was it his will that was controlling this? His wanting so badly to be able to talk to them...?

He thought on it more and as the idea became more tantalizing the drainage of dark energy from the area increased. So it was caused by his will to be back! His want to talk to his friends. He focused, so hard, on just what he wanted to do most. To get back in his body and talk to people, help Luna because he knew something wasn't right... The pull on the surrounding darkness kept increasing, the speed following suit... It wouldn't be long before it was done again, but he could only get it to go so fast... Another 30 minutes to an hour... Much better than a few days... It helped that this place was a freaking cesspool of the stuff, even with the nurses being gone... He started laughing, realizing he's getting a better hold on his powers. And he liked that.