Staying in a hotel can be an exciting prospect. You never know who you’ll meet. It certainly never occurred to Eric that he would meet the man of his dreams sitting alone in a chair by the reception desk of the Dorchester Hotel.<br><br>Jock is handsome, tanned, and distinguished. A man of many talents. When he invites Eric up to his hotel room to continue their conversation, Eric eagerly accepts. They continue to chat for a while, learning more and more about each other.<br><br>Then things take a bizarre turn. People don’t usually end up doing Reiki half an hour after meeting. Yet, surprisingly, that isn’t the strangest thing to happen. For Eric, the meeting will be like none he has ever had before. Or ever will again.

Guests

But dead?It was going to take a while to come to grips with that piece of knowledge.


“Okay,” he said, probably grasping at straws, “I understand that even if I am dead, you can see me because you’re a psychic, but what about that little girl in the lobby earlier? How could shesee me? You can’t tell me she’s psychic, too?”


Jock did his best to stifle a smile. “Well, she might be, but I think the reason she was looking at you was probably not because she could see you, but rather the magazine you were holding hovering in mid-air.”


Eric’s eyes filled with tears as the reality hit him.


“It can be a shock,” said Jock. “And I’m sorry. I’m very sorry.”


Eric found himself incapable of speech for several minutes, then when he was finally able to talk, he said, “It’s not the fact I’m dead that upsets me. Perhaps deep down I already knew. Maybe I was in denial. Maybe I was happy in my ignorance.” He turned to Jock. “It’s youwho upsets me.”


Chapter 5