There's probably a lot more to say about Kono Kalakaua and the likelihood of success tomorrow -- including starting considerations for a plan B in case it all goes to hell like it so often seems to do -- but then Steve answers his other question and Danny actually takes his eyes off the road to look over at him, bewildered.

"You got something else to pick up there?"

Because...

No. The other option is too insane, even for McGarrett. Isn't it? No one would willingly stay in the house their parent was murdered in -- at least, not with that parent's blood still splashed on the walls, not when the house itself is still an active crime scene. Even if it's Steve's crime scene. Danny supposes that might make it allowed, but...

No way. No way. No one should have to do that.

It must just be a stop. Right? A stop on the way to a hotel, and Danny can buy the guy a beer and they can have a short, prosaic talk, and he can pat himself on the back and say he tried, even if it was only a little, and isn't it a shame it didn't work out?

That's how this is going to go. That house of ghosts is going to stay closed down and empty tonight.

Isn't it?