Another Spectre stepped out of the ocean, screamed, then sunk into the sand.
“This is Sprites doing,” sighed Lucy. “I just know it is.”
“He’s obsessed with getting Spectre back, aye?” asked Jelly.
“Yeah,” grumbled Lucy. “He should have left it alone and gone back to his wife. She’s just come home from working in an internet cafe in Australia.”
“I see,” remarked Cuttle. “She comes from a LAN down under…”