Forty
Either they were lying, or I was hearing voices. Maybe I’d finally cracked after everything that had happened. “Ugh, never mind,” I said as I padded back down the hall. “You’re going the wrong way,” the voice hissed. “Stop it!” I screamed. “Who are you? What do you want?” I couldn’t take it any longer. “You don’t recognize your friend, Alice? You’ve forgotten me so soon?” Friend? Was the voice a ghost? “Alex?” I whispered. The voice cackled in my ear for several seconds. “No. Guess again. I’m downstairs. All I want is to talk with you.” “Fine,” I said, resigned. “I’ll come downstairs if it’ll make you shut up. Just give me a minute.” I rushed to my room and grabbed the key and slipped on my shoes. I marched down the hallway and past Gemba’s office again. “Are you alright, Alice?
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