Within a few seconds, the Phantom had reached its top speed.

Any cars they passed shook violently in a flash of lights,

leaving the occupants to wonder whether they had been
brushed by a low-flying jet,

or were part of a military experiment.

When they arrived at the outskirts of Ningbo,

it was twenty minutes before Shirley’s train was due to depart.

“I’m going now,” the ghost told them. “I hope I’ve been more
use in death than I was in life.” Cherry reached out her hand,
but the ghost didn’t move.

“My body was never identified, but there’s a police record of the
accident, so you should be able to get married.”

“Thanks for helping us,” Cherry said.

“Hurry now,” the voice instructed.

“There’s less time than you think.”