Suddenly, Ted knew why all of this seemed familiar to him. Suddenly, he was quite aware of where he was. And who he was looking at right now. It rushed back to him.
Oh, sure, he hadn't seen the movie in a good long time. He thought he'd been very young the last time he'd watched Psycho. But it didn't matter. Because some things stuck with you, and one of those things for him was Norman Bates.
Who he was staring at.
Talking to.
Who was breathing. Right there. In front of him.
It was beyond unnerving. He thought that maybe George had said something along these lines. Or maybe somebody else had. Maybe he'd overheard it somewhere. But if he had, he hadn't really believed it, had he? Oh, right. It had been Batman, hadn't it. She'd said something about Batman. Ted had thought at that moment that maybe George was a little gone in the head. He hadn't really paid much attention to it. He'd told Charlie sort of off handedly. But that had been the end of it.
Now he was looking at Norman Bates.
Ted wasn't particularly one for cursing. But he felt like doing it right now. It seemed like as good a time as any to say something really foul. But he restrained himself.
"Holy crap." They were the only words that would come out.