Her hand was out for him to take, but he didn't. Instead, when the woman spoke - when she looked up at him, he froze. Now he felt like he was really losing his mind. How else to explain the apparition that had appeared before him? Noah knew this wasn't Macy's ghost. She said her name was Juliet. But, ...but - was he really grieving so much as to see her face on other people?
Noah closed his eyes for a moment, willing the vision to disappear, but when he opened them a handful of seconds later, there she stood. - Likely, to outsiders, it looked as if he had seen a ghost. The color left his face and his usual detached composure had fled, leaving behind only a confused stare.
"But, you - but you're -" The man struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. He removed his glasses to wipe them irritatedly on a tail of flannel shirt that poked out from under his winter coat. Then Noah frowned. As the world slide back into view, it was still just as fucked up as it had been before, he could see. Macy was standing there. She looked a little older, but not much. She had the same voice. The same everything.
Surely the mess with Presley hadn't been some kind of elaborate prank? Right? Jesus Christ. What was going on?