Cowboy Bebop Here

The Bebop drifts silently through the void, a lonely ship in a vast, uncaring galaxy.

Spike leans against the bar, his eyes hidden behind dark shades. "Nothing stays buried forever, kid. Just ask the guys I’m taking you to." Cowboy Bebop

For a second, the world goes quiet. The jazz playing on the bar's ancient jukebox seems to slow down, the trumpet notes stretching into a long, mournful wail. Spike sees a flash of golden hair, a memory of a rainy street, the smell of gunpowder and roses. Then, the doors burst open. Syndicate thugs. The Bebop drifts silently through the void, a

Spike stands in the wreckage, the Syndicate men dead at his feet. He looks at the charred remains of the computer. The data is gone. The ghost is gone. Just ask the guys I’m taking you to

"The woman in the red dress," Blue Note whispers. "She’s still out there. In the data streams."

Faye looks at him, her eyes uncharacteristically gentle. "You look like you saw a ghost, Spike."