Two weeks later, Franklin sat on a bench outside the hospital room of a man named Marcus. It was his third visit today. Franklin felt bad for Marcus. His wife had died only a year ago. Then his son fell off a cliff last week. The doctors were pretty certain he had broken both legs, but he hadn't woken up since then.
"Do you remember me, Mr. Marcus?" Franklin asked gently.
Marcus turned and stared into Franklin's eyes. "Of course, doctor. How are you?"
"Fine, thank you. My family has come to pay their respects. Would you mind if we spoke for a moment?"
"Not at all," Marcus replied, rising to his feet.
Franklin followed Marcus into the room. Marcus' eyes lit up as he looked over at his visitors. "It's good to see you, boys."
"Mr. Marcus, may I ask you a question?" Franklin asked. "Have you heard anything strange lately?"
Marcus paused and stared blankly at Franklin. "Strange?" "What kind of weirdness?"
"Anything unusual."
