Back in the room, I rushed to the bathroom where I began to gather my toiletries and wondered how much it would cost to call a cab to bolt all the way back to Narita. And would I be able to tolerate another reckless driver and where in the world was my amber oil vial?

A soft knock on the door abruptly halted my frenzied search and my body froze in place.

Uh? Do ghosts knock?

I guess they don't, since immediately after the knocking Isamu's voice came through, ...