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Neil was dead but he wasn't. That still body back at the hospital wasn't Neil. Neil was somewhere else - maybe asleep in the dorm, or reading poetry in the cave, or sitting on the bridge outside Welton. I’d go to the dock and Neil would be sitting on the edge, reading his lines, and maybe we’d lie on our back and watch the clouds. He isn't dead, I said to myself. He isn't dead. And this time my dreaming worked. I convinced myself that he wasn't dead.