[ Home. Wolfwood didn't even spare the effort to snort at that idea. Yeah, sure point him towards Stampede's magical floating fortress, where the air is always cool and nobody knows what hunger feels like. Let him saunter in there with Stampede's blood on his hands and see if they'll let him in. It's a brilliant idea.

And in fact he might have aaid something, but then the ghostcalled him Nico. Wolfwood snapped out of his exhausted lounge in an instant, glaring daggers at the point he'd last seen that asshole's dim form. ]

My name's Wolfwood, dead guy. Or if that's too hard, you can call me the Punisher. Nothin' else.

[ As furious as he was, if he'd wanted proof that the ghost was him, that was sure a good start. Nobody knew that name other than the kids back in Hopeland, and nobody other than those kids – himself included – got to use it. ]

Nico's dead. I'm Nicholas the Punisher.