He was sitting in the chair that once held Dr. Hadley, his eyes closed, and his breathing slow. Ava wondered if he was really sleeping or pretending. After that thought, Ava mentally slapped herself, remembering last night.
He wasn’t real, so what was he doing here, and what was she doing looking at him? He, a figment, had touched her yesterday, and his skin had felt warm. He felt alive. But that wasn’t possible.
“Oh, it’s possible,” he murmured, opening his eyes to look at her. He frowned and scratched his chin, yawning. “The mind is a powerful thing, and a child’s is stronger than most adults at this age, so it can create a lot of things.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Ava said, shaking her head. She sank back against the pillows.
“You’re not getting this, are you?” Ian asked, leaning forward.
“Clearly not,” Ava replied.
Ian reached out and tapped her head with his finger. “Darling, your mind is a beautifully dark place. I’ve quite enjoyed it there, I must say. But now you need me, more than you ever have, so I’ve come to you.”