Impulse hopped out of the front seat of the truck. While his friends were busy, he’d decided to take up a course in training ghost-hunting rookies.

He passed out a flashlight to the newbie, reaching up with a gentle touch to set up a headset on their head, and attach their walkie-talkie to their pocket.

“You know… We spent ages getting here, and I don’t think I ever asked for your name…? Huh…”