That favour?

“That favour, Aidan? Do you want to tell me what it might be?”

Silence from Aidan. It was as if he was busy computing his next move. The conversation hadn’t at all gone the way I’d hoped and expected. I thought I would be finding out exactly how he remained alive, dodging his own funeral, and, importantly, where he was now and how and why he’d got there. But I guess that a conversation under these most unusual circumstances was bound to be rather haphazard. I still wasn’t totally convinced that it was the real Aidan I was talking to.