Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Salomon cursed under his breath and reached for the phone on the table.
"Damn it, can't I even have one TV night?!"
"Teacher! I think I..." Wanda sounded utterly panicked. Before Salomon had time to get angry, he had to soothe her softly over the phone to keep her from losing control. He heard Wanda take a deep breath, then blurt out the sentence at the fastest speed of her life. "I think I killed Ghost Rider!" She spoke as though she were trying to suck all the air in the world into her lungs and spit it back out. "I'm at the hospital right now. This is real!"
Constantine pointed at his earpiece and nodded, confirming the information was true. Before Salomon could speak, the Praetorian Guard had already compiled Robbie Reyes's hospitalization records and handed them to him.
Bayonetta and Jeanne curiously leaned over to examine the file. They knew what Ghost Rider was, so when Wanda said she had killed Ghost Rider, the Witches' curiosity was piqued. They desperately wanted to know how Wanda had killed a burning skeleton that could not die.
"Oh, those injuries are pretty serious!" Bayonetta said. "And he's somehow still alive. So far, anyway. That might change soon."
"Slow down, all right? Wanda, are you listening?"
Wanda leaned against a hospital bench, the plastic backrest digging uncomfortably into her back. She let out a long sigh. "I'm listening, I'm listening. All right, I'll start from the beginning..."
"Are you Robbie Reyes?" Wanda walked straight into the auto repair shop, bathed in the orange-red glow of the evening sunset. She had deliberately chosen this time to approach her target, because the report said Ghost Rider would