Admissions had been easy, once he got past the humiliation of having to explain how he’d walked off his own front porch. He decided to leave out the first part of the event wherein he’d bashed his knee on the coffee table chasing a ghost in his front window. One could only handle so much embarrassment in one day. The doctor at the E. R. had taken one look at Randy’s knees and sent them off to Radiology. From Radiology, his knee had been bound in a soft cast and, still laid out on the gurney he’d been put on, he’d been wheeled into his current spot—the end of a medium-wide, all but abandoned hallway. The blips from nearby machines suggested the potential of life beyond his own, and he knew that Vaughn and the doctor were sitting not far away. Otherwise, the area was creepily deserted. The o
