I've tried everything. I've been everywhere. I thought the top of the world was the last answer... the last refuge... it's not. Not by a long shot. Whispering. Every second. Of every day. It won't stop. Words surround me. Words that aren't words. From the dead. To a dead man. I'm pulled to him. Pulled to me. The dead man who's here below my feet. The final resting place... of a ghost who can never rest. My bones cry for help. Help from being desecrated. From being abused. And then I hear it. One word. As loud and clear as the gunshot that stole my life under the big top. Flesh. But I'm powerless to stop it. Rise. And then I do what I always do. Leap before I look. If anyone can save me, it's me.
I'm Boston Brand, or I was, until one of these people -- one pure and noble soul -- killed me! But Rama Kushna has given me the power to move among the living -- until I find my murder! And I will find him -- if it takes until eternity!
I put my world-class trapeze artist skills to work. I may not be as graceful as those Cirque du Soleil sissies, but know one's better at operating without a net. Oolifff, I should have judged that better.