Nikolai's reaction startled Colt for a second. He gestured at the ghost, which disappeared. "Well, when you talk to the dead every day, the prospect doesn't seem too bad," he said, taking a seat next to Nikolai. "The name's James, by the way. But everyone calls me Colt." He pulled a strange looking stopwatch from his pocket and glanced at it. His eyes shot back to it as he realised what the numbers meant. "Seventy-nine percent...?"