Xaviers!

"Is there any thing else you could tell us Ace about your accident or those other people in it?"

"...mate, I just woke up from it."

"I mean, you sure the ambulance or the police didn't tell you anything?"

"Just checking to make sure the stories line up," Sean said.

"We'll make sure we run things by them too. Just take it easy, ok?"

Emilie nodded at Sean that he could cut them now.

Once he had, she indicated they should go to another room with a head jerk, then she went out into the hall, presuming they would follow.

Victor rubbed his hand over his lower face before he pursed his lips through his fingers.

"So... what are the chances that the hair goop is a coincidence?" He asked Em softly.

Sean cut the connection and rubbed his temples before turning to look at the others to see what they were thinking.

" I don't know, but I'd be surprised if it was a mere coincidence...

Listen. All that shit we saw in there? With the tacky suit and 'Ace Face' and all that?

He was a subculture kid, a sort of obscure one called a Mod. They still exist today in super small groups... Usually..." She side tracked in a weird fashion only Vic would fully understand.

"But his chosen ride and his taste in music along with the new owner to the Vespa tell me this bloke bit it awhile ago my dudes. Like, the 80s even, if he's the original owner...

That's presuming he told us the truth and doesn't just enjoy lying for whatever reason a ghost might."

She looked at Vic and explained herself further - " Mod was big in Toronto back in the 1980s." Leaving it at that.

Was 1980s Vic a mod? Perhaps he'd never know.

Before Sean had too much time to think on her weird conversational side notes she asked-

"Was your Hannah the girl he was seeing?"

"Possible, maybe. Its... complicated," Sean said with a shrug struggling to decide if he really should explain that Hannah had lived and died many times. "If he's really from the 80s and the group is that small it probably would be easy to find an accident matching what he said, wouldn't it?"

"Potentially. Presuming that the dude that sold us this haunted piece of work doesn't know anything..."

Emilie turns to Victor.

" Up for a house call, Slick?"

Victor looked back from where they came.

"Well that depends. Are we gonna ride on the ghost?"

"I think that's a baaaad idea.

Our friend Ace was asleep, but we woke him up. If that oily fuck that sold us Ace has any relation to what happened to him, then taking him along could end in disaster."

"Yeah, I was thinking that. Or rather how it'd be weird to ride around on a person."

"I mean some people are into that sort of thing but sure. That too I guess."

She wasn't tipping her cards as to whether or not that was a joke.

"I'll see what I can do to get that guy out of hiding again."

"We could say we found something in the bike, like a watch or something, and wonder if it's his. That or if he kept a copy of the registration papers because we lost yours. Or somethin' like that."

"You mean sending him a text accusing him of murder is in poor taste?

Well damn."

"That is the exact opposite of what I mean."