The ghost mouthed a word. No sound came out. But Leo read its lips: "Stay."
A ghost. Not the "Hall of Meat" ghost of his own failed bail. This was another skater. A translucent figure in a red hoodie and yellow pants, frozen in a manual on a rainbow rail. Above its head, flickering like a bad TV signal, were three letters: . Skate 3 -USA- -EnFrEs-
Or he could press A.