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"Lock those s again!" he called back up

A few minutes later, he returned He looked baffled, but not at all apologetic

"Grant, what are you doing?" Stephanie demanded

"I saw it come here"

"You sahat come here?" She crossed her ar and looking around the room Despite herself, his words created a chill in her

A shadow She could only dimly remember now, but there had been a shadow…

In the room There, at the foot of the bed Where he had been Except that he hadn’t really been there

"Let ht, in the ine And so you raced up lass as if you needed to wake the dead, and burst in here--to catch the shadow?" she said

"There was… so?" she whispered, a little desperately "There’s no one in here--as you’ve seen"

"No," he agreed, looking at her He still seemed so troubled that she couldn’t just scream and order him out "There’s no one in here"

"Okay… is the shadow in here?"

"Stephanie, I haven’t lostI know, you’ll be telling un and fill it with silver bullets, or the like," she said dryly

He didn’t laugh, or crack so rin

"Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea," he told her

"Oh, Grant, please I’d be understanding if it were just--finding that girl must have been horrible for you

But you started this very strange behavior in Chicago That’s e split up, re you that there is so to hiet to their own place, and walked by et to it Grant, I’"

She set a hand on his chest, looking up into his eyes, trying to get hiaze, then shook his head, distracted He seeht

There was nothing to hear

He looked back at her again She saw the vein thundering at his throat He was as electric and keyed as he had been in her dream Vital Heat seehtly

"Grant, you’ve got to go"

He shook his head

"Stephanie, I have to stay"

"Grant! We split up because we really needed to It’s not because I hate you--you know I don’t It’s not that eren’t good together--ere But we’re what’s wrong Please, Grant, you don’t kno hard it was for ether Then you were here!

You can’t stay"

He shook his head i theht here I don’t mean to crawl in with you to sleep I don’t mean to coerce or trick you back into bed I just need to stay here At your doorway Make sure all the doors are locked, and then just throw me a pillow"

She backed away fro Scream or call the cops if you feel you really have to I arabbed a pillow off the bed She watched as he assured hietting ridiculous Beyond what I owe you in respect to the past, or out of friendship," she said, walking to her bedside phone "I a the cops," she told him

She damned the fact that he knew she wouldn’t With the pillow he had taken from the bed, he walked to the doorway, and just outside Pluainst the wall

She set the phone down and walked to where he stood "Grant, I am really, really worried about you"

"Go to sleep, Steph," he said wearily He sounded drained There was no e to stay all night, leaned against a wall?"

"Yes"

"Aren’t you supposed to be at the dig tomorrow?"

"Yes"

"And then there’s the last rehearsal, and a show toainst a wall all night?"

"I’ll doze off, I’m certain But at least, I’ll be here"

She threw up her hands, exasperated "Fine Stay there, then I’ back to bed" So, determined, she walked back to the bed, and crawled into it, drawing the covers to her chin She listened, and waited

Grant didn’t move

And she realized that he really intended to spend the night sitting up against the wall

She lay in bed, listening again The voice of the BBC journalists went on and on

Shadows…

Dreams that were so vivid they seemed real

Yes, maybe she should buy a cross