"You followed a..." So she hadn't imagined it. Diana wasn't sure if that was a relief or not.

Over the past few months, she'd started to have extremely vivid hallucinations. Mostly of Joseph. Not the Joseph she'd known, but Joseph as he might be today. Usually in a brown leather coat and one of those annoying fedoras that only dicks could pull off with a good dose of charm. He spoke to her. Sometimes he even sang at her.

The message was always the same: It was her own damn fault.

Diana didn't know what to make of the mysterious woman she'd followed. Somehow, knowing that it wasn't just in her head was less comforting than she would have thought.

Absently, she nodded. "You've been to the hotel?" she asked. "It's real too?"