‘Hang on, it’s not my eyes!’

That’s because Alex Rockefeller sat facing the television on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t looking in the direction of the bathroom at all. Instead, he was listening with his ears.

‘Was it a hallucination? Or was it my own imagination?’ Alex wondered.

When Alex stood up, he noticed that the image of Phoebe Larsen showering had disappeared from his mind.

After that, he concentrated very hard while he looked at the bathroom wall. He wanted to see if he could reall