“That, for me, would also be Heavenly, sir.”
“Call me Patrick.”
“Patrick, I shall.”
“Ask everyone back at the inn if they can see the others,” Goose told me.
“There is movement,” I said in Carrie’s words. “Blobs, like on those ghost hunter shows.”
“Everyone I know, uh, watches those now,” Goose said.
“Still…” I was reading comment after comment sent by our loved ones. “They all think this whole thing is kind of…”
“Weird as f**k?” Davis asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “That.”
“Make sense. ‘Cause as good as it feels to have something different happen, after being stuck in limbo so long, to use that guy’s word, that sums up how I feel.”
“But they’re pretty amazed, too. Cool.” I smiled at the four letters Rip had typed all in caps. “Rip says it’s cool, and they wonder if Halloween has anythin
