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There's... something... at the fringes of my mind. Brushing at the edges of my consciousness. The Spectre does not acknowledge it, but that does not make it any less real.

I reach out with my perceptions to track it down, but it proves elusive.

At this point, I can't even tell if it's within or outside of me. But I'll find it somehow...

I hear Wally. He's looking for me...

I'll... look later. For now, a friend is in need.