Hopefully he would have some answers for her. She and Jack had a meeting with the doctor this afternoon. She needed to make sure that he was safe, and stayed that way. Until she could locate Phantom, Danny took priority. What he needed now was stability and reassurance, not an inquisition. He seemed poised on the brink of something that terrified him, that maybe he could not quite come to grips with. Whatever Danny had been through, it had left him changed, somehow. She had yet to confront him about his connection with Phantom, even though it galled her to know the truth. Maddie pushed back from the console and sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose. Even after she had calibrated it, it still confused the tracking devices. Danny's in brain waves, Phantom's in ectosignature. It gave the boys matching electromagnetic patterns. Phantom had created his own psyche based around Danny's. The first time she'd booted it up, it had immediately locked onto a weak but definite signal–but her hopes were dashed when she realized it was coming from the hospital. She had salvaged what she could from the damaged BOOmerang and used that data to create a new, Phantom-specific ecto-energy scanner. She set aside the mug and toggled a joystick in the dash, trying to coax just a little more range out of the scanner. Maddie took a sip of her coffee, intent on one screen in particular. The dash of the Ops Center pulsed with blinking screens, flickering needles, and built-in computer consoles that scrolled through obscure lines of data to automatically record and compile. All that we can't say is all we need to hear.
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