On the way back to the Lucky U, the spirit girl looked at G-ball, blew him a kiss, then turned into a misty gray smoke, wafting out his window. There on the seat beside him, rested a sweater, smelling of seaweed and damp with saltwater. Somehow, he knew that Blondy and him surviving the Ride had released her. She wouldn't have to be taking any more ghost rides and that made him downright soppy. Snorting in disgust at himself and glancing over to make sure Blondy hadn't noticed, he smoothed his DA, and turned up the radio.