Railroad Wrath!

Railroads. 1957

“This voice… T-Bone?” Mugman mumbled half-awake. He looked at the clock but it was too dark to make out the time. “What is so serious that you of all people are callin’ me? Are you and the gang about to wake up half of Inkwell because of some shady people?”

T-Bone thought for a moment.  “I wouldn’t think Specter would go there, but it’s our only lead for now.” He turned to Mugman, still thinking about the best way to approach this. They had to be quick, but they also had to be careful. “Lead the way.”

- Didn’t draw these two interacting enough. 

“This voice… T-Bone?” Mugman mumbled half-awake. He looked at the clock but it was too dark to make out the time. “What is so serious that you of all people are callin’ me? Are you and the gang about to wake up half of Inkwell because of some shady people?”

T-Bone heard the other’s voice and turned around to face him.  “I don’t want to stray too far from the stops, in case Specter’s right about something bad happening to me if I ain’ on the train. I take it you’ve had no luck either?”

“You were standin’ quite still here. Somethin’ has got yer attention?”

“Well, I ain’t no ghost hunter, unfortunately,” he grumbled without much thought. Shooting ghosts? With pleasure. Hunting down ghosts? Now that wasn’t in his skill list.

“This voice… T-Bone?” Mugman mumbled half-awake. He looked at the clock but it was too dark to make out the time. “What is so serious that you of all people are callin’ me? Are you and the gang about to wake up half of Inkwell because of some shady people?”

T-Bone heard the other’s voice and turned around to face him.  “I don’t want to stray too far from the stops, in case Specter’s right about something bad happening to me if I ain’ on the train. I take it you’ve had no luck either?”

“You were standin’ quite still here. Somethin’ has got yer attention?”

“This voice… T-Bone?” Mugman mumbled half-awake. He looked at the clock but it was too dark to make out the time. “What is so serious that you of all people are callin’ me? Are you and the gang about to wake up half of Inkwell because of some shady people?”

T-Bone heard the other’s voice and turned around to face him.  “I don’t want to stray too far from the stops, in case Specter’s right about something bad happening to me if I ain’ on the train. I take it you’ve had no luck either?”

“This voice… T-Bone?” Mugman mumbled half-awake. He looked at the clock but it was too dark to make out the time. “What is so serious that you of all people are callin’ me? Are you and the gang about to wake up half of Inkwell because of some shady people?”

“Yes. Sorry. Thomas said he’d be on the lookout, but he can’t leave the spirit rails. Ben and Bill can’t leave Thomas, so they can only do so much as well…” T-Bone…didn’t like this. Specter was annoying and ridiculous, but he was still worried about him. Just what would happen to a soul that was bound to something out of his reach? For all he knew, Specter could be in pain because of this. “Specter warned me to be on the train by sunrise, long ago as well. I’m just one man. I can’t search the whole isle by myself. And I don’t know how much time we have for Specter.”

“I can make a walk around the Isle One but I rarely see Specter anywhere but the Isle Three, so I might eventually go there, too, just to spare yer time,” he continued his thoughts. Whatever kind of trouble the spirit got himself into, Mug hoped it left some mess behind.

“This voice… T-Bone?” Mugman mumbled half-awake. He looked at the clock but it was too dark to make out the time. “What is so serious that you of all people are callin’ me? Are you and the gang about to wake up half of Inkwell because of some shady people?”

“Yes. Sorry. Thomas said he’d be on the lookout, but he can’t leave the spirit rails. Ben and Bill can’t leave Thomas, so they can only do so much as well...” T-Bone...didn’t like this. Specter was annoying and ridiculous, but he was still worried about him. Just what would happen to a soul that was bound to something out of his reach? For all he knew, Specter could be in pain because of this. “Specter warned me to be on the train by sunrise, long ago as well. I’m just one man. I can’t search the whole isle by myself. And I don’t know how much time we have for Specter.”

“This voice… T-Bone?” Mugman mumbled half-awake. He looked at the clock but it was too dark to make out the time. “What is so serious that you of all people are callin’ me? Are you and the gang about to wake up half of Inkwell because of some shady people?”

“Isn’t Specter a kind of wanderin’ Spirit? I see him all the time spookin’ folks on the Isle Three.” Though, Mugs wasn’t an expert in ghosts. He just knew various ways of dealing with them.

“This voice… T-Bone?” Mugman mumbled half-awake. He looked at the clock but it was too dark to make out the time. “What is so serious that you of all people are callin’ me? Are you and the gang about to wake up half of Inkwell because of some shady people?”

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