McCree was no stranger to late night aimless wandering, which seemed amplified since arriving here and having vast (technologically advanced and kind of amazing) unexplored grounds to cover. Shame he had to do a lot of it on foot... (never mind these weird as hell flying magic rings). What he wouldn't give for a trusty steed or zero emissions--

And then there in the hallway he saw a ghost. His boot spurs stopped and he lifted the brim of his hat just to squint extra hard like it'd make the apparition go away. When it didn't he reared back and began to wonder if he'd gone drinking and completely forgot. Or was sleepwalking. Or something crazy.

"Slap my ass and call me Sally..." She looked like the spittin' image of...

"..." Well shit. If he was drunk he sure sobered up fast and suddenly.

"...Ana?"