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through my head and actually allowed me to organize my scattered, sinister thoughts.
       “Please, Brent, have some wine,” said Gregg.  “I hope you’re pleased.  Don’t be uncomfortable with me, I’d like to be friends.”
       “I think I will,” he said, then sat down complacently back in his seat.  Gregg handed him a glass, and he drank the wine in one swallow, then looked at me.  “How’s your head, Sam?”
       “Strangely better since I’ve had this wine.  I feel almost completely better.”
       “Do you have classes in the morning?” Brent asked.
       I nodded.  “Do you?”
       “Yeah.”
       “I hope the roads clear by morning.”
       “We’ll find out soon enough.”
       “I’ve got a horse,” said Gregg.  “I can’t find it.”
       “What time is your first class?” I asked.
       “8:30.”
       “Shit,” I said.
       “I know ,” said Brent.
       “You’ll still make it.  You just have to leave by six tomorrow morning.”
       “If the storm blows over, it should be no problem,” said Brent.
       “And if not?”
       “It will.”
       “What if it doesn’t?” I said.
       “Then they’re not going to have classes anyway.  Now with everyone’s power out.”
       “True.”  I nibbled at the food on my plate.
       “How did you get this table in here, Gregg?” asked Brent.
       “I took it out of the other room.”
       “What other room?” I asked.
       “John’s room.  This is his table,” replied Gregg.
       “Who is John?”  I just couldn’t figure any of it.
       “The servant.  You should have some more wine.”
     
        I almost refused, but Gregg filled my glass before I had a chance to answer him.  I took a swallow of the rich liquid, then finished off the glass.  I looked at Gregg.  I could see his brown eyes so clearly, even the lashes that blinked cheerfully in rhythm with his speech.  But how could I see someone that shouldn’t exist at all?
     
       He poured more wine for Brent and urged him to eat.  Brent looked uncomfortable but helped himself to slices of ham.
       “You should eat more,” said Gregg, looking at Brent amiably.  “If you don’t, you’ll waste away till there’s nothing left.  You don’t want that, do you?”
       Brent didn’t reply.
       “Of course you don’t,” Gregg continued.  “Where would you be then?”
       Brent finished his plate, looking lost in the moment.
       “You won’t be able to leave tonight, Brent,” said Gregg.  “Not with the storm.  Don’t worry.  You and Sam take the bed.  I’ll sleep elsewhere.”  He didn’t say where elsewhere was, and we didn’t ask.  “I made the bed up.”
     
       I looked at my bed.  The blanket and sheets had been pulled flat and tucked in.  The blood-stained pillow had been replaced with a fresh one.  I wondered if my blood was still smeared all over the bathroom wall.
     
       Rain whipped against the window with violent smacks.  Gregg began to clear the table of plates, stacking them on his arm, then he disappeared through the door.
       “That explains everything,” I said.
       “I’m not sure what you mean.”
       “I always thought that I wasn’t alone in here, like someone was watching me, but no one would believe it when I told them.  I used to ask all the time ‘Is anyone here?’   There was never any response.  That’s what gave me the idea for the Casper software.  If anyone was in my room, I was finally going to find out.  And if I found out I’d been wrong all these years, then fine, you know?  But at least I would’ve tried to make contact.  Except....except it would have killed me if I hadn’t.  I would’ve been devastated.  Haven’t you ever felt that way?  Like you just had to do something?”
       “I wanted to ask you out six months ago, but I thought you’d be angry.”
       “Angry?”  Why would I be angry?
       “I mean,