"Ah, yeah. You can call me Sam. I guess you'd only call me Phantom Skull if you were a supervillain, right?" He said, laughing. His laugh trailed off into a nervous chuckle as he looked Stefan in the eye. Was he a supervillain? No, probably not!

He turned to the pile of luggage and found his suitcase. He shrugged to Stefan. "I'm not too sure where Quebecois is, I guess we follow the crowd?" He said, as he hefted the suitcase, fumbling with his smaller briefcase. Sam evaluated his position on the island, as he started to shuffle towards Quebectown. People had already known his name, he had Captain Hardhead to thank for that. Did this island have room for secret identities? It seemed... insecure. All it took was one hero in training to go bad, and once they went bad, they became a super villain with intimate knowledge of every hero.

Sam could only be thankful that he was not some playboy millionaire, or famous photographer. No one knew who his identity was, and he intended to keep it that way. Samuel Spectre would be as much of a phantom as the phantom skull.