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[eternal_boy]

OH MY GOD! CALL THE POLICE! It'S NICK KNIGHT!

...except he is the police. Well, not here anymore. In Toronto. And he's not in Toronto, but jurisdiction gets a little interesting when you take the end of the universe into account. Perhaps that little hunk of space rock floating by USED to be Toronto. How would you know

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[souvlakifan]

Schanke plops down across from Nick without waiting for invitation. Partners don't need no stinkin' invitation.

"Hey, buddy!" he says chipperly. "Talked to somebody that might be able to help me out with this whole Casper thing."

[eternal_boy]

He blinks.

"Really?"

...he hadn't actually expected Schanke to find someone so quickly.

"That's... that's good, that's... that's great, I mean..."

He smiles genuinely.

"It'll be great to have you back for a bit, Schank."

[souvlakifan]

"He's not sure it'll work, and he needs to go back with you to Toronto to check some kind of booga-booga measurements in our world, but it's a shot, y'know? Said he'd met you once, I think. Ray Stantz? Some kinda ghost catcher?"

[eternal_boy]

He nods.

"He... wished me a happy birthday this year, actually. We haven't spoken much but yes, I know him."