They ran and ran. A bus was at the station as the Wabbit hoped and he dived on. Lapinette dived on after him. She was unsteady. So was the Wabbit, but he regained his composure. He glanced to his right. A ghostly smoke poured through an open window. He leaned across and snapped the window shut. "We gotta get out of here!" Lapinette shook her head to clear the cobwebs. "What do you propose?" she slurred. "I suggest you sit down for a minute Lapinette," said the Wabbit, "Let me handle it." "Can I be of assistance," said a calm voice. Wabsworth emerged through what was left of the smoke. "You certainly can, grinned the Wabbit. "We're being chased by spectres." Wabsworth closed the doors automatically with a special tool he kept for interrupting bus drivers. "I saw them. They were specterating around the river." The Wabbit grimaced. "They've been following me, no idea why." Lapinette butted in. "No, you seemed to be following them." Wabsworth nodded. "Reverse spectrology. Let's get on our way." He moved to the front of the bus, took over the driver's seat and pressed the ignition. With a shudder, the bus swung into the traffic. A cacophony of horns ensued. "Don't worry," he yelled, "This is Rome. Perfectly normal." The Wabbit sat Lapinette down and joined Wabsworth. "Where to, Wabsworth?" Wabsworth grinned. "Let's go find your specterating spectres."
