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Chapter Six Winter Coat
Corey awoke to a noisy robin outside his window, obscenely happy for this time of the morning. He opened his eyes and gazed over the naked form of Leisa. God that Jimmie is going to be pissed he thought as he slipped out of bed trying not to wake her. He walked over to the table and picked up the videotapes of Miranda. He began to make a quick coffee and then put on his smoky clothes from the night before. He picked up a pen and paper and wrote Leisa a short note explaining his absence. Gone to show Jeff the tapes. Shouldn't be long - hang around and we'll have brunch. Make yourself comfortable :) Need to talk about last night. Kisses on your hand. xxx See u soon C The noise of the kettle beginning to boil woke Leisa just as Corey was leaving, forgetting about the coffee. She sat up. “Now where are you off to Starman?”. Her breasts hung pendulous just above a wrap of bed sheet.
“I’m taking the tapes over to the media lab so they can have a better look. Jeff owes me.” He walked out the door only just avoiding that awkward morning after moment. As he walked down the stairs he thought what an idiot he was leaving the hottest girl on campus in his warm bed for a couple of tapes of nothing. Then it hit him. Charlie’s Manhattan, Miranda, the cop; they have to be connected. That’s why Miranda was so interested in Mars and took the backup tapes. He kicked himself for not making the link earlier. Jeff Petersen was a short guy, about five foot four, with ordinary blue gray eyes and a complexion that reminded you of discarded snake skin. Corey did a first year assignment with Jeff, and had once convinced Corey to line him up with one of his girlfriend’s frat friends, Tammy. Tammy was prim and proper, straight out of the 1956 year book. They went out a few times until Tammy decided that she could not be seen in public with old lizard face. Surely, Jeff owed him for getting him the only date he will probably ever get at college. The media lab was located in the bowels of one of the largest and oldest buildings on campus. A journey down a poorly lit spiral stair case led Corey to the media lab. The door was open and he could see Jeff with his head under the console playing with cables. “Hey Jeff, ...under the table every time I see you” A startled Jeff slammed his head against the console which ran the length of the wall underneath a row of screens. “Damn don't you ever knock Mason? Jeff stammered, getting
back onto his feet clutching his forehead. “I've got some home movies I'd like you to take a look at.” Corey said. “I don't really fancy watching hours of grainy footage of your butt Mason.” “Don't worry its footage from the Stag. Very G rated unfortunately. Do you believe in ghosts Jeff? What if I told you I have footage of a ghost?” “Sure, and I bet you can get me another date with Tammy too” Just as likely Jeff figured. Corey handed the two tapes to Jeff. “See for yourself. It should be cued to the right place. “Security tapes hey? Since when have you become the private dick?” Jeff asked as he placed the first tape in the deck. There's a girl I met at the Stag and she barely shows up on the tape. “Sounds like the home movie I made of Tammy” Corey leans forward to the screen as it begins to play. “Four camera's, which one do you want?” Jeff asked. “The Stag must use the same system as the university so I should be able to isolate and enlarge each camera without losing too much resolution.” “Try the booths and pool table shot. That's me in the second booth. Corey pointed and touched the LCD screen with his finger drawing a sharp look from Jeff. “Easy big fella, watch this.” A few clicks of the mouse and the image of Corey on a date with himself was clear and true full screen. “She's sitting to my left on the other side of the booth,” Correy indicated. Jeff looked at Corey like he was playing some joke. There was
certainly no one else in the booth. “OK then lets try this”. Jeff turned on a filter labeled “infrared”. “Its not true infrared but its as red as possible from the CCD capture.” “Woah.! Will you look at that.” The footage now showed two orange figures. They watched intently. The moment after Miranda swirled the drink, her mysterious figure seemed to morph then leap over Corey, swirling above him. After a brief moment it stopped and fell over him like ash. “You seem to be having much more fun on your dates than me Corey. What the hell did you say it was?” “The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And she dances naked on a table on this next tape.” They spent the next twenty minutes looking at the second tape, getting more confused by the minute. “Just tell me this Jeff. How is it possible to see something with the naked eye that a video camera can't? ” “From what I know, a video camera CCD works much the same way as the human retina. It detects photons on the array surface and each charged device transmits its measured wavelength back to the image processor for decoding. The only difference is downstream from there. Your brain doesn't work in zeros and ones. Our eyes don't do all the seeing, its our brain that does all the heavy lifting. Your brain makes sense of the data that is transmitted from your optic nerves and then matches it against set patterns it is familiar with. It all about perception based on experience. ” “So you are saying that we are all going mad?” Corey said, crossing his eyes. “I wasn't the only one who saw her.” Corey picked up the tapes. “Keep this to yourself Jeff. We really shouldn't have the tapes
you know. Leisa took them without asking. I've got to get back home. I left a beautiful naked girl in my bed to come and see you.” Jeff looked at Corey with a fixed gaze. “Do you want to borrow some video gear?” he asked as Corey turned towards the door. Corey smiled. “Thanks Jeff. Remember not a word.” When he left the apartment earlier Leisa sat up in bed and her head ached from last nights whiskey. That was quick, she thought to herself as Corey virtually ran out the door mumbling something about Jeff. She wrapped the sheet around herself and walked over to the kitchen. She saw his note on the table and read it. What did it mean “need to talk about last night”? She grabbed a couple of aspirin from the kitchen bench, and poured herself the coffee that Corey had half made. “Jeez, shit coffee Mr Starman.” she mouthed, suddenly feeling a bit too hungover. She cradled the coffee and went back to the bed. She sat for a few minutes surveying her new beau's surroundings. Cleanliness wasn't his finest point, neither was taste for that matter. There was of course the obligatory framed print of some dogs playing poker. She began to feel cold and noticed the window was open. Unable to be bothered with getting out of bed again she spotted a long woolen trench coat over the back of his desk. Instinctively she pulled it towards her face. The smell of Corey instantly hit her with a thousand memories from last night. She knelt up and slipped her arms into its warm folds.
A weird feeling of warmth enveloped her and she felt nauseous and dizzy. A warmth so encompassing that her last thought was that she had pissed herself. She looked up at a stain on the plaster ceiling above just as her vision faded to blackness. The moment Corey returned to his room, he felt something was wrong, besides the clear fact that there was no naked girl in his bed. The place smelt distinctly of some kind electrical fire. His note was gone and beside the bed on the chest was an unfinished cup of coffee. Then he saw it. In the middle of his clean bed sheet (for Corey anyway) was a singed human form, more like an impression - like the starfish marks his sister once left on the sand on a family holiday to the beach. Confused he looked around scanning the room for answers. Starting to panic he noticed that Miranda's coat was gone. He picked up the phone and dialed Leisa's cell phone. It rang in all its Britney Spears ringtone glory, vibrating next to pillow at the top of the bed. She wouldn't go anywhere without her phone he thought, increasing worried. He decided to go to her dorm and see if anyone had seen her. Leisa's dormitory was on the other side of campus across the road from the Stag. Running in the brisk January air he weaved his way through the motel gardens and by the side of Stag. Something stopped him. Maybe it was that all of a sudden it was perfectly quiet. Not a bird whistling, no wind in the trees or even a car from the nearby road. He then noticed something in the garden. “Oh God, its Leisa.” He ran towards a black form amongst the leaf litter, his pulse
racing, fearing the worst. As he approached he was relieved to discover it was just a coat. He bent over and picked it up. It was Miranda's. He reached into the inside pocket expecting to find the note that she had left him. Nothing. Even more confused he ran on to Leisa's dorm and asked a few familiar faces if they had seen her. No sign of her anywhere. From the stairs he could see clearly into her room through the open curtains. Not there either. He wandered back to his room in a daze with Miranda's coat in his hand wondering if he should call the police. He walked into his room and approached the bed, once again studying the burnt impression of Leisa on the sheet. He laid down on the bed in an attempt to get his head around what had just happened. He noticed the open window just as a cold wind blew in, making his hair stand on end and dissipating the electrical smell. All quiet again. In a trance like state he had the uncontrollable urge to put the coat on. He reached into the arms and pulled it over his shoulders, collapsing on the bed as a familiar darkness gathered him up in a deadly warmth.
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