Randy reached out to grab Demo. His hand passed through the image in front of him, touched nothing.
He stood up, threw his arms around his new found friend.
A chill ran through him.
The room was darkening. His vision blurred.
"Not me! Leave me here! I belong here! I . . . ."
The words faded.
He was now part of the fog. He could see nothing, hear nothing.
But he knew things were happening.
Strange things.
The waitress stood beside the table, eyes wide. "Boss, I don't feel too good today. I think I better take the rest of the day off."