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 Melanie risked another glance at Richard. “Pathetic,” she said. Their feet pattered away down the platform, and soon they were gone. He wondered if he had imagined it. He tried to remember why he was standing on this platform. Was he waiting for a Tube train? Where was he going? He knew the answer was somewhere in his head, somewhere close at hand, but he could not touch it, could not bring it back from the lost places. He sat there, alone and wondering. Was he dreaming? With his hands he felt the hard red plastic seat beneath him, stamped the platform with mud-encrusted shoes (where had the mud come from?), touched his face . . . No. This was no dream. Wherever he was, was real. He felt odd: detached, and depressed, and horribly, strangely saddened. Someone sat down next to him. Richard did not look up, did not turn his head.Cheap Penny Hardaway Edition,Discount Penny Hardaway Edition
    “Hello,” said a familiar voice. “How are you, Dick? You all right?”
    Richard looked up. He felt his face creasing into a smile, hope hitting him like a blow to the chest.
    “Gary?” he asked, scared. Then, “You can see me?”
    Gary grinned. “You always were a kidder,” he said. “Funny man, funny.”