He didn’t look up at Matt. The kid couldn’t see him anyway. He rode on. Time passed slowly. Matt waited. He’d been here hours, just thinking. He...wasn’t hungry or thirsty, he didn’t need food or water, if it rained or blew a blizzard or a tornado hit right there and then, it wouldn’t make any difference. He could feel it, sure, but it’s not like he’d get sick or wet or physically hurt. He’d just fade away, think of somewhere else he wanted to be and he’d be there. Well…his spirit would be there.. .. okay,” he replied, and got up to get a soda from the fridge. “You want one?” he asked, holding one aloft.“Sure.”Then I put on The Matrix.After a few days of hanging out with Other Tom (I got the idea for that from Coraline), I was getting a bit sick of him. When I went to have some of my leftover pizza, I found that he had already eaten it. He wore my favorite clothes sometimes, and wasn’t the least bit sorry.“They’re my clothes too,” he said. While the clothes he had arrived in were copies. “Err, hi Jessica” he said. “Hi Dr Peters” she replied. “Please, call me John. Busy night?” “Aww thanks John. No, weirdly quiet as it happens”. “Yeah, same here”. “OK, well, have a good night John”- and with that she turned around and walked off down the corridor- giving him a great view of her perfectly curved ass. “You too Jessica- see you round” he called after her.Fuck. Did she know I was getting a boner? Did she see me looking at her tits? Thought John. Did I imagine her winking and licking. As she walked towards me my heart stopped, her beauty taking my breath, her body carved by the Gods….a walking Greek statue. I try to calm myself, taking deep breaths as she approaches. As we stand before one another, staring silently, we speak. Yet these are not words heard by any but us, our souls communicating through a shared thread of existence. I reach to touch her face, and upon contact it is as though a million tiny firecrackers explode in my fingertips. I see visions of our past, of.