 I spoke again. Who are you? This time the figure didn't vanish so quickly after I'd spoken. It lingered a few seconds and then faded away like a picture on a screen. This materialization occurred for seven consecutive nights. It was then, John, that I asked a favor of you. Remember? John? Yes, darling? Would you think it too bold of me if I asked if we might go away for the weekend? No, darling.