"So, how'd you guys meet? You seem pretty trusting of Ghostie here."
The fact that Erik hadn't strangled him after being called "Ghostie" said something of their relationship.
Erik also knows this fellow, but I thought the doctor was a hermit! Why wouldn't Erik have mentioned this fellow?
Maybe he has Miss A pointed out.
Before I could reply to the stranger, Stanley materialized and began conversing with the stranger. I watched both parties closely as they spoke, taking in every word. Stanley seemed stricken after the chat, her face white as paper. She disappeared again into thin air, however, she was still present.
The stranger smirked and leaned casually on his cane. I glanced about at our new surroundings, it reminded me much of the grotto.
"So, what were we saying?" he asked.
Cinders, no escape from telling!
The story was short, yet strange, and required many details, so I opened my mouth and began attempting to verbalize it.
"He met Eerie before me," I began, "She had gone out one night, two days after Autofficer Sharpgaze locked me up in Loiterer's prison. I suppose I forgot to contact her."
Or she forgot to care . . . I thought bitterly.
"I spent a miserable three days in prison before being thrown out for need of space. I staggered to Eerie's home to see if anything had happened to her that night. However, I passed out before she returned. By the time I fully regained my consciousness, I saw Erik spooning noodle soup into my mouth."
I sighed and kicked an apple core out of my sight, "I've been traveling with Eerie and he ever since."
I raised an eyebrow as a question came to mind, "How did you come to know the doctor?" I asked.