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anything,” Melody said patiently.
    â€œIsn’t that always how it is?” said Kim Sterling, stepping daintily out of the shadows to join JC. “It’s always hard to pin down a ghost.”
    She smiled brightly on all of them, and they all smiled back, in their own ways. Kim walked a few inches above the dusty floor. She tried her best, but she still rose and fell a few inches in the air as she approached JC. Gravity has no attraction for the dead. Kim was a ghost and had a hard enough time concentrating on the important things, like looking solid and substantial when she wasn’t, without worrying about the little things. Like gravity, and consistency. She was a beautiful young woman in her late twenties, now and forever. A great mane of glorious red hair tumbled down about her shoulders, framing a high-boned, classically shaped face. Her eyes were a vivid green, her mouth a dark red dream, and she had the kind of figure that makes men’s fingers tingle. Because she was dead, her appearance was an illusion based on memory, which meant that not only did it tend to vary in the details as her attention wandered, but that she could dress in whatever fashion she chose. Today, she was a 1920s flapper, complete with cute little hat and a long string of beads round her neck. She twirled them artlessly round one finger as she stood before JC. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
    JC and Kim were an item, the living and the dead. Everyone knew it wasn’t going to have a happy ending, including JC and Kim. But while love is blind, it is also always eternally hopeful.
    Kim was a part of the team but couldn’t join them in direct sunlight. It dispersed her ectoplasm. So she only worked with them in the dark places of the world, stepping out of the shadows to fight the forces of darkness, all for the love of a good man. Even if sometimes she was scarier than some of the things the team faced. She beamed at JC and tried to slip her arm through his. But her ghostly arm passed right through.
    â€œI’m sorry, JC,” said Kim. “I keep trying to intensify my presence, but no matter how hard I concentrate, I can’t become solid.”
    â€œI keep telling you,” said JC. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here with me. That’s all that really matters.”
    â€œYoung love,” growled Happy, staying a cautious distance away. “The horror, the horror . . .”
    â€œWhat I want to know,” Melody said to Kim, “is how you can turn up wherever we are, whenever we need you.”
    â€œBecause I’m not really here,” said Kim. “I impose my presence on the world through an effort of will. So basically, any place is every place because wherever I am is a matter of opinion. So I can be wherever I want to be. It’s very liberating, being dead. You should try it. The physical rules of the world aren’t nearly as binding or restrictive.”
    â€œSpooky . . .” said Happy.
    â€œShut up, Happy,” said JC.
    â€œYou’re as spooky as she is these days, JC,” said Melody, slapping a particularly recalcitrant piece of tech to show she was serious. “After what happened to you on that hell train . . . It isn’t your eyes that changed. I really do need to sit you down and run some serious tests on you.”
    â€œNo you don’t,” said JC very firmly. “You just want an excuse to wire me up and poke me with the science stick.”
    â€œFor your own good, JC,” said Melody. “I promise; there wouldn’t be that many needles involved . . .”
    â€œYou stay away from me, Melody, and from Kim. We are not your lab rats—we are your colleagues. You don’t tie colleagues down and threaten them with internal probes . . .”
    â€œActually,” said Happy, “sometimes in bed, she . . .”
    â€œShut up, Happy,” said JC. “Far too much