Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win. – Stephen King

Wyatt hadn’t noticed it at first. His mind was too occupied with ghosts from his past and from his present, or they were merging together ever since the Alamo. He hadn’t had time to process anything when he was ‘kidnapped’ into another reality, another time, a bubble, whatever the hell the hotel was. At first it had been little things, things moved and flashes out of the corner of his eyes. Then it was more substantial, substantial enough for him to think it was his memories haunting him like they had at the battle. Except it wasn’t faces of his comrades that he saw, or even faces of those that had fought in the Alamo, it was a stranger’s face. At first he thought he was slowing cracking, that everything that had happened from Afghanistan to Jessica’s murder, to the time travel crap and the Alamo, with the hotel being the final straw for the camel of his mind.

He kept it to himself until he’d heard snippets here and there of others experiencing the same thing while in the bar. There was relief that he wasn’t going insane, at least not through this method, but that was soon merged into confusion and a feeling of out of his depth. His gaze had caught Kitty’s at the bar and Wyatt smiled slightly to himself. He felt comfortable with her, like Lucy, but different. She wasn’t like Jess, but there were similarities in their personalities. Which was why he felt comfortable telling her about his spirit roommate if not his ghosts just yet.

“You know, this will be like taking your car to the mechanic. It won’t make that noise that it made for a week.” Wyatt smiled over his shoulder to Kitty who he’d asked if she wanted to see the ghost. He wanted her take on it. He found that he was valuing and interested in her opinion on different things more and more, not just the unusual occurrences at the hotel. He opened the door and escorted her inside his room.