Paranoid. That's all Nancy can feel. Paranoid that she's being watched, that the government knows that she knows something. But Nancy feels empty-handed right now; no evidence, no photos, just an alive friend who should have died. Eddie. Of course, she's looking out for Eddie; everyone is, they'd be crazy not to. Eddie, Billy, the Echoes…it's all making Nancy's hair stand on-end, to the point she doesn't hear someone approach the library table she's huddled in, her papers and red string strung across the oak surface as she trying to piece it all together. Why did they come back? And am I being watched right now?
Paranoid.
Can it really be just paranoia when you know you're on the right path?
















