Megan dropped the flowers, kicking them away from her - not wanting them or Stanley in her apartment. She couldn't believe him, couldn't believe that he was laughing at her. He'd put her through wringer. She'd been to his grave, for heavens sake, she'd put flowers on it and talked to him and all the time he'd been alive somewhere else. Megan could still remember waking up in that hospital bed and finding out not only had Stanley died but that she'd missed his funeral. It had nearly destroyed her.
"Calm down." She hissed. "Calm down." She repeated, the voice from deep inside her a perfect rendition of the words he'd spoken to her, his voice in every aspect. "What is there to talk about? Did you fake you own death?"
Megan glanced up and down the hallway, sure at any moment her neighbours would notice the noise and come out to investigate. The last thing she wanted was for them to discover her powers, or indeed to realise a dead man wasn't as stone cold as they thought he was. She might change that though. "Get in then, hurry." She held the door wide for him, anger simmering now, waiting for an explanation.