A Ghost’s Story: 9.1
I find Doc outside attempting to rearrange the misplaced parts of his legs. I notice his jaw has reappeared, as well as some more of his, still incomplete, arm.
“Doc, I’ve got to tell you I was a little disappointed with you. I’m hoping that you knew I’d be safe in her bubble.”
“Yes, Auggie, I said you were special. None of the others can leave of their own accord. They must be drawn out or have you with them. I knew that if she went inside, she wouldn’t be able to get out.”
“But why did she want me in there? Her plan was to trap me inside.”
“Her plan was to shred you inside. You would be trapped and out of the picture. That’s what she wanted. If she were to cut you up out here, you would simply return to your home bubble.”
“So Roger and Lucy are okay?”
“They’re safe, I’m sure of it. Roger’s probably getting a lap dance right now completely oblivious to the adventures they’ve been on.”
“But why did you stay here and just float around in pieces?”
“I don’t have a home. When I died I just stayed where I was murdered. I have always been most comfortable in the uncharted space between the living world and this one.”
When he finished putting his legs in order, I helped him up.
“What do I do now Doc? Can I trust you?”
“I know I owe you an explanation Auggie, I’ll do the best I can.”
He told me about the murder of his parents and the hypnotic suggestion put into his impressionable young mind. He told me an eerily familiar story, about seemingly benign strangers asking for help on a rainy night. He talked about his parent’s gory death at the hands of the caped man, and Theo Loddi’s murder from his. That night when he was a boy, Rita was a blond, and the man in the cape was the same man he saw through the tear between realities. When Doc came face to face with him, a moment before he was cut to pieces, he saw the man for what he really was. He saw the demon’s face and knew he couldn’t help them anymore. That’s why he tried to push me into the bubble. He didn’t think he could get Rita in, so he tried to protect me. He hoped I would think of something to help end this.
“Unfortunately, it’s not over, is it Doc? He’s still with the living. He’s still killing.”
“You’re right, he is. We have to try again to stop him; we have to build an army. I’ll get Roger and Lucy back.”
“How, they’ll remember everything that happened to them once they’re outside. Do you really think they’ll try again?”
“We don’t have a choice, there’s nobody to help the living but us.”
“Okay, but I need to go home first. I have to see if Suzie is all right. The last time I saw her…” I had to pause, the horrific image of the last time I was with her still terrified me. “Frankly I miss her.”
“I’ll gather the rest of myself back together and I’ll call on you when I’m ready. Auggie; you go see your wife.”
We shook hands and we parted ways. He to gather an army, and me to see my love.