"I wish I knew everything about everybody who knows about us having the
stone." There was a rippling of reality.
The man frowned. "No. That can't be right," he held the rock in his hand and contemplated it. "I think therefore..." he scratched his chin uncertainly then looked about the room. He touched the couch that had been Karyn. It felt like a couch. Slowly his face lost all colour and his lip started to qiver fretfully as something dawned on him. "They're here!" he whispered.
"Who?"another asked, looking about also.
"Shhhh! They know what we're saying," he said agitatedly.
"Who?" a third wondered, thinking that their companion had flipped.
"Them!" he yelled, realising that it didn't matter if he talked loudly or quietly. They heard it nonetheless, he thought to himself.
One of the men placed a reasuring hand on his shoulder. "Calm down. What do you mean 'them'? I don't see anyone."
"You can't see them. They're here but not here. They know everything... and... they're like gods... oh no!" He was looking about. Trying to see them. "It doesn't matter. Nothing matters."
"What are you talking about?"
He pointed straight up, ignoring the other people in the room. "You! Yeah I'm talking to you. On the other side of the computer. I know you're there. I know you're watching. I'm onto you. I wish that you would all just go away!" he said.
