“Yes. I think she was poisoned. I need to get to the hospital. There may be another attempt on her life there.”“If she was really poisoned, like...you say, then she’ll have plenty of protection,” said Hoskins.“That’s great,” said Bob. “But that will take time to get in place, and she hired me to protect her.”“Doesn’t look like you did a very good job,” said Hoskins.“I tried to warn her,” said Bob. “The water was delivered by a young woman. Five-eight, black hair in a ponytail, pale complexion.. "I came to see Barbara," Arlene announced coolly, remembering how vulgarly Sam had pawed and fondled her at last night's party."Out shopping," he said.His terse response left her with nothing to say, and she felt suddenly deflated. She feared she would have second thoughts about telling off Barbara, and she never would get the courage again to denounce the evil neighbor to her face."I'll... I'll come back later," Arlene said.Then she felt Sam nudge her. He stood beside her, wrapping his long. "I didn't know Mark played the piano," said Anthony."Nor did I, darling," said Frances, "but he sounds pretty good. Open the door so we can hear better."They listened. "He plays beautifully," whispered Frances. "It's full of emotion but not overdone."Anthony nodded and put his arm round her shoulder. There was a murmur of conversation from the drawing room and then the two of them broke into 'Ave Maria'. Anthony and Frances stood spellbound. There was another brief conversation in the drawing. Besides, if I don’t quite fit into your view of what is real and what isn’t, then is there any harm in saying it out loud? If I truly don’t exist, then can this not merely be considered self-reflection?” Tyler took a deep breath. “But if you’re just a part of this dream, then don’t you already know the answer?”“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t, what matters is that you are able to vocalize and accept it.” Tyler gave another deep sigh and looked down at the nonexistent ground. “It wasn’t me, it was.