What you want me to believe, said Western, is that you came here to help her in some way. Help her in what way? She’s dead. When she was alive. Jesus. How do I know? You see a figure drifting off the screen and you pick up the phone. How do you know that the call of the coletit from the bracken is not really the lamentations of the damned? The world’s a deceptive place. A lot of things that you see are not really there anymore.
