." she was going to say mother but thought it could be grandmother."Don't you fancy me, Eileen?" God yes but..." Well give me your phone number, my na...me is Robert by the way."She scribbled down her mobile number and handed the paper to him and their eyes again met."Got to go now, see you," he said and turned to leave."Yes, see you," she responded to his departing body.When she switched her mobile on at the end of her working day there was a text that read 'longing to fuck you, when can we. “Hmm ... Like making people buy something they don’t want...”“Exactly. Or buy something that’ll even hurt them,” I murmured.She turned to me, her eyes suddenly flashing. “Yeah ... Yeah, I see what you’re saying!”“And the short lines you had, it would work with a punchy kind of sound, like some of the Jane’s stuff, you know. Like you’re screaming out at a market or something, getting people to buy the masks.”“Oh, that’s fucking cool! I’m already hearing new words for it ... Like maybe a call and. He should have tried harder. Wim ran to the bottom of the street, skittering on the wet cobbles. The first ghost had faded away as it began its upward journey. The second was already on its way to the next street. The third had just decided to ascend. ‘Grab her!’ he yelled to his other self. It took no notice, starting up the hill. What could he do? His echoes continued on their set paths. He ran after the nearest one. Wim touched the phantom and felt nothing, not even a chill. This was. I want you to hate it. I want you to know what I’m doing to you and know you can’t do anything about it.” He craned his neck to the side until it popped. “That’s what I want.”...”Do it.”He balked. “ ... I’m not gonna do that!”“Why not!” She nearly yelled at him as she rose on her knees and looked down at him. “That’s what you want right? To rape me? So do it!”“No!”She slapped him across the face.“Ow! Jesus, what the fuck!”“Do it!” she stuck her arms out in a challenging pose and leaned over.