But that had also passed.
"Well, old man," he said, "if I get warm again, let me know."
"I will," the voice in his head whispered. "I'm sure you'll find me."
"I'm glad you're so sure," Anders said gaily, switched off the lights and left.
Lovely and smiling, Judy greeted him at the door. Looking at her, Anders sensed her knowledge of the moment. Had she felt the change in him, or predicted it? Or was love making him grin like an idiot?
"Would you like a before-party drink?" she asked.
He nodded, and she led him across the room, to the improbable green-and-yellow couch. Sitting down, Anders decided he would tell her when she came back with the drink. No use in putting off the fatal moment. A lemming in love, he told himself.
"You're getting warm again," the voice said.
He had almost forgotten his invisible friend. Or fiend, as the case could well be. What would Judy say if she knew he was hearing voices? Little things like that, he reminded himself, often break up the best of romances.