'I think it's because of the way he died. Oh, of course, we never told you about that...' and so Emma began recalling how the bodies of both the old and the young man were found. How they appeared to be the same man and how they had both died in front of her in the hospital. The younger version later returning as a ghost to his home. Lana interrupted to tell Eleanor about the photographs of the young woman who looked a little like Emma.
Standing to move across the room, Eleanor lay down on the yellow chaise longue just as the clock began to strike five o'clock.
'Excuse me for a moment, girls. Hold that thought...' she said as, just like clockwork, a deep groan escaped her lips before she turned to face them a few moments later looking decidedly younger.
'Oh that's better,' she said, str
