Spike pulls a fresh cigarette from his pocket and strikes a match. The flame flickers in his mismatched eyes—one seeing the present, the other trapped in the past.
"You don't understand!" the boy yells. "I found it! The old satellite codes. I can see everything—the War, the Gate accident... I can see her ." Spike freezes. The cigarette falls. "Her?" Cowboy Bebop
"We’re out of beef," Jet grunts, not looking up. "And bell peppers. And fuel." Spike pulls a fresh cigarette from his pocket
He finds Blue Note in a basement bar that smells of cheap tequila and ozone. The hacker is barely twenty, eyes wide with a manic energy. "I found it
Spike is staring at the ceiling, a cold cigarette dangling from his lip.
Faye looks at him, her eyes uncharacteristically gentle. "You look like you saw a ghost, Spike."