After giving him a second to get his bearings, I pointed to the sign tacked on the outside of my bathroom door. “Memorize it,” I ordered, then slammed the door shut again. “ ‘No dead people beyond this door,’ ” he read aloud from beyond the door. “ ‘And, yes, if you suddenly have the ability to walk through walls, you’re dead. You’re not lying somewhere in a drainage ditch waiting to wake up. Get over it, and stay the hell out of my bathroom.’ ”
