While he was trying to avoid school, he couldn't avoid family--especially when his little sister promised him dinner. He would have brought Cisco with him, but it was nap time for the little guy, plus, he wasn't sure Cisco could eat the super spicy stuff just yet. Maybe when he was older.

Regardless, the punk alumni was heading through the school campus, his mind on enchiladas and spicy food, when he heard something that had him pulling to a complete stop. Much like a dog catching a scent, the reaper tilted his head, turning this way and that before breaking into a run--straight for the ghost dorm.

He KNEW THAT SOUND. That was a bass!

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