Epilogue

Wrexsoul's in the Phantom Forest somewhere. I know that. But I've been sitting here for weeks and I haven't seen him. I figure I'll be safe from him once I get to the underworld.

I know that, with Wrexsoul gone, I had free reign. I could have tried to undo all the good deeds that I accidentally committed trying to best him. It wasn't like I didn't have time; the ghosts still didn't have the train in working condition, though they did have it upright and on the tracks again. The way things look right now, I'll be waiting a few more days. I guess I could still leave and stir up some trouble, if I really wanted.

But I'm just too damned tired.

The moral of the story: If ever you find yourself sitting on the Phantom Train, riding to the "other side," and you're possessed by some extraordinarily puerile desire to sneak into the engine room and start pulling the levers out of the wall and tearing the wiring apart just to see it all spark... make sure you know who's riding with you, first.

THE END