The people in the lobby watched the three of them walk out the door, arms intertwined, and whispers abounded.
"Hey, isn't that the young man on the news?"
"Yeah. Wasn't he in the hospital in a critical condition?"
"What? I heard he was dead from a friend of mine who works at the CHUM."
"What nonsense did your friend tell you? I heard he was in a coma from a nurse in the Boudreau hospital on the north shore."
"How would she know that? Only super VIPs can get a room there."
"Wake up, dumbass. Can't you see his clothes? His demeanour? The woman in his arms? How can you think he's not a super VIP?"
"Shh! He's walking by!"
Alex could hear all of them the moment they started chatting, his hearing much more acute than most people now, but he kept silent.
'They can imagine what they want. They are all wrong anyway.'
"There you are," he heard a whispering voice say. But it was much fainter, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
