McGinley's study doorway. Looking in, there's hardly enough light to see anything, but I can make out a herd of bodies... and faces that don't look real.
There's the Sheriff roping Mrs McGinley into a chair. Mickey, Eddie and the Doc together. Sam and Zeke and their Pa, huddled in a group. They're all staring at me like I was a ghost.
Shock in their wide eyes.
Why don't somebody say something?
It's unreal. This place. These motionless wax effigies. It doesn't exist!
This feeling that everything is unreal - that's the only real thing here.
Is this how death feels?