“You’ll be okay, then,” Alan said. He shifted in his seat and winced. He grunted a little ouch. Kurt narrowed his eyes and shook his head at him.
“This is pretty fucked up right here,” Kurt said, looking down into his coffee.
“It’s only a little less weird for me, if that’s any comfort.”
“It’s not,” Kurt said.
“Well, that’s why I don’t usually tell others. You’re only the second person to believe it.”
“Maybe I could meet up with the first and form a support group?”
Alan pushed his omelet away. “You can’t. She’s dead.”
Davey haunted the schoolyard. Alan had always treated the school and its grounds as a safe haven, a place where he could get away from the inexplicable, a place where he could play at being normal.
But now Davey was everywhere, lurking in the climber, hiding in the trees, peering through the tinsel-hung windows during class. Alan only caught the quickest glimpses of him, but he had the sense that if he turned his head around quickly enough, he’d see him. Davey made himself scarce in the mountain, hiding in the golems’ cave or one of the deep tunnels.