"You!" he said with a strangled gasp. "You're alive!" The way he said it, it sounded like a hideous accusation.
Marc stopped short, caught off guard. "Of course I'm alive," he said.
"But you can't be!" George wailed, great tears of awful disappointment welling in his eyes. "It isn't fair! You have to be dead!"
"I'm sorry," Marc said, somewhat at a loss. "I'm not."
"It's rotten," George said with drunken bitterness. "It's cruel. I'm probably the only ghost alive who's haunted by a human!"
"Well, it's a distinction," Toffee offered hopefully.
"Just a minute," the doctor put in suspiciously. "What's going on here? What are you people talking about?"
Marc nodded sadly toward George. "The poor chap's delirious," he said. "We're only trying to humor him."
"Oh, yeah?" the doctor said. His gaze moved from Marc to George and back to Marc again. "Just which one of you really is Marc Pillsworth?"
Marc and George pointed at each other in unison. "He is!" they chorused.