Every minute with Will was becoming more and more... unusual. Not like James had been unusual, a different type. James made Fisher feel like a person again. Will made Fisher feel... sane. He was too annoyed with the kid's comment to even notice that Will was watching him, but when he heard the soft, sincere, unsure voice, the skinny medium turned to stare at Will. He had not said 'Who are you talking to', or 'There's nobody there', or just sat in awkward silence wondering how long he needed to wait before he could bolt for the door. He wasn't staring at Fisher like he had a thousand heads. He believed him. It was obvious all over the man's face.
"He's... yeah, he's gone," he said softly. "I'm Fisher."