“Let me introduce you to Dr Crookshanks,” Jake just couldn’t help himself and said with a smirk, “And what's the little fat bloke called?”
“All the evidence points to the affirmative,” Ryan said, tapping increasingly frantically at the small keyboard. “You mean yes,” said Jake.
“That’s what I said,” replied Ryan.
Jake looked at himself then back at Becca. “I'm an individual,” he said. “I refuse to follow the crowd.”
“I think,” sighed Becca, “you'll find that the crowd is actually running away from you. Do you think Ryan will bring me back a brush?”
“The dead can't hurt you, Becca,” said Harriet. “It's the living that do that – they're the ones you should be afraid of.” “Thanks for that,” said Becca. “You do know you're getting weirder by the minute, don’t you?”