One minute I was running up the stairs and the next I was back in the car, sitting next to Hutch. Only he looked strange, white as a sheet, mouth set in a tight line, red stains streaked across his shirt and pants. He sat rigid, eyes fixed on the street ahead …. For two days I was a ghost, and I was never in that car with Hutch, at least not in body. How I got to be there, or alive again at all, I don’t really know that. All I know is that Hutch, like me, is stubborn. … …

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Each night is forever. – Fanfiction: Starsky & Hutch Ghost