Cowboy Bebop 〈A-Z Exclusive〉

Spike stares out the viewport at the stars, his reflection a pale ghost against the blackness. "He got away. Just a kid chasing dreams."

The Bebop drifts silently through the void, a lonely ship in a vast, uncaring galaxy. Cowboy Bebop

Spike sighs, the sound of a man who’s already lived through this day a thousand times. "Tijuana? It’s a dust bowl." Spike stares out the viewport at the stars,

Spike stands in the wreckage, the Syndicate men dead at his feet. He looks at the charred remains of the computer. The data is gone. The ghost is gone. Spike sighs, the sound of a man who’s

For a second, the world goes quiet. The jazz playing on the bar's ancient jukebox seems to slow down, the trumpet notes stretching into a long, mournful wail. Spike sees a flash of golden hair, a memory of a rainy street, the smell of gunpowder and roses. Then, the doors burst open. Syndicate thugs.

"You’re not supposed to be here," Blue Note stammers, his fingers dancing over a holographic interface. "The past... it’s supposed to stay buried."