Am I alone? I thought I was, I was sure I was, ever since Arty got told he wasn’t wanted, he wasn’t real, he was just me.

It’s hard to tell. I never had the smoothest lines of communication with him. He could well still be here, just silent. I’m sure I felt him a few days ago.

Was there anyone else here, when I talked a few nights ago? Sheila? Michael? Cass? Arty, my Arty? Or was it all me talking?