When Ash stood to leave, Max felt a flicker of sadness again. He loved his friends, but he missed home, too. He wondered who else would show up in his hallucinations. He took a few steps backward and pointed toward Ash's pocket where he'd stored the knife. "Take care of that, please," he asked. "It's important to me."
Then again, if the other boy didn't exist, was the knife an illusion, too. He preferred the idea that he and Teddy were spinning circles under the sun somewhere. It was better than whatever this was. It was starting to confuse him.
"See ya later! I think!" How long should hallucinations last, anyway?