Dan nodded, not wanting to repeat himself again, although he was very thankful. He sat where he was shown, and lifted a napkin and one of the things wrapped in bacon.
He didn't eat it straight away, though. He was trying to work out what to say. "I've," he began, and then paused. "I've never had therapy like this before. I don't know if AA counts? But, I... I don't know... I don't want you to think I'm joking or pulling your leg or anything like that. I don't want you to think I'm wasting your time. Can you see the ghosts in the hotel?"