someone is out there, manfred thought.
perhaps they mean me harm.
if i reman quiet, they might well go away.
i have always done my best to stay out of trouble.
for the most part, my precautions and prayers have been successful.
but the night is dark.
and as silent as the grave, as my old friend reverend jarvis was fond of saying.
what did i expect?
the chances of living forever were never that great.
my best guess is that there is indeed something or someone out there.
i am quite the philosopher tonight.
i think i will stop all this thinking and make myself a sandwich.
as luck would have it, just then there was a knock on the door.
manfred was not a remarkable person.
nor did he regard himself as in any way exceptional.
he emptied his mind of thought and approached the door.
he opened the door and beheld his old friend jeffrey johnson.
just the person he had dreamed of only three nights ago!
manfred opened his mouth to speak, but jeffrey held up an imperious hand.
jeffrey had crossed the ocean for this meeting.
you probably womder what i am thinking, jeffrey addressed manfred.
that happens to be the case, manfred replied.
it is very often the case in such situations as this, jeffrey continued, when the two parties involved have not seen each other for a long time.
do you remember dr holper, the self-professed master of all knowledge? manfred asked. bur here, i am being a poor host, will you not step inside?
but , of course, jeffrey answered. i thought you would never ask.
and with a slight tremor, manfred stood aside to let jeffrey enter the apartment.
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