Since I thought I’d better be sure, I crossed the few steps to the spot where Raymond lay, then knelt down next to him and carefully turned him over. His glassy eyes stared up at the rock ceiling overhead.
“Raymond? Raymond!”
Nothing. I peered down at him and hoped the situation wouldn’t require me giving him mouth-to-mouth.
But then I saw his eyelids flutter and his eyes snapped open, staring straight up at me. “Wha — what happened?”
“The Persephone O’Brien version of an exorcism,” Paul said, coming to stand next to me. “How do you feel?”
Raymond appeared to consider. “Hung over.”
“Could be worse.” Paul reached out a hand, and after a few seconds of hesitation, Raymond took it and allowed himself to be hauled to his feet.
Once upright, he stood rooted in place, blinking blearily
