Know who else Ray knew who touched things? Fraser. He didn't just stop at touching too; first chance he got he had his tongue hanging out licking all sorts. Ray was surprised he hadn't encountered his best friend decidedly transparent before he had Coraline.

Climbing to his feet with a labored breath, he patted himself down, mostly to get rid of the dirt but also to assure himself that he wasn't dead too. Nope, he was solid. Perhaps a little too solid, he realized, patting his stomach once more. Time to start doing laps in the hot tub again, he thought.

"I'm allowed to touch things. I'm an adult." He rested his hands on his hips. "Shouldn't you be going towards the light or something? Walking through a magical door before it closes? Shoo?"