was concerned about William. Immediately after he made the astounding
suggestion that Dirk might still be alive, his eyes rolled back,
spittle started foaming from his quivering lips, and he collapsed
studio floor and began writhing uncontrollably.
A grand mal seizure? A bad reaction to all the drugs
hed been taking? Vengeance visited upon him by some malignant deity?
How would I know? Im no doctor, I scolded myself, as I frantically
The medics finally came and stabilized William and put him in the
ambulance. They graciously allowed me to join them. I held Williams
hand the whole way and tried to send him positive thoughts, wishing I
could borrow Dirks telepathic powers for a
short time. William was unconscious, of course, and the medics kept
muttering something about his weak heartbeat and whether or not a
brain scan of some sort would have to be run once we reached the
hospital. They were trying to speak so that I couldnt hear them, but
it was clear by their nervous glances that William was in a bad way
and getting worse.
Again, I was tortured by unpleasant thoughts, not unlike those that filled
my wretched brain that horrible Halloween night when William and I had accidentally
created a vicious vampire when our attempt to merge Dirk and Frank
into one magnificent hypertext novelist failed disastrously. I shuddered,
remembering how incredibly painful it was to have vampire canines gnawing
on my neck...
Then it occurred to me. I didnt remember what had happened next. How
did I manage to survive? Why wasnt I a vampire? And why wasnt William, since I assumed
he had been attacked, as well? Something
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