When I entered the set, I was sort of…well, out of sorts. You know, under the weather. I was still thinking about that weirdo. Who wouldn’t, people? Be honest, now. I was fairly shaken up.

It didn’t help that I was thinking about psychotic serial killers when a gloved hand patted my right shoulder.

I shot up, loosing an oath in a cry that was barely comprehensible. When I settled down, I found my manager’s hazel eyes peering at me curiously.

“Uh…you alright?”

I gave him a relieved look, and placed a hand over my chest. “Oh, God, it’s only you.”

“Nah, it’d be the bogey man. Who’d you think it was?”

“No one, no one!” the reply came a little too hastily, and the earth colored orbs narrowed at me as Ray gave me a stern look.

“I can tell when you’re lying.”

“I’m not – “

“Hey! Pat! We need you in makeup and costume, now! We’re re-shooting the window scene because Greg screwed up the shot and all we see is your back.”

I sighed tiredly, and gave Ray an apologetic look.

“Later,” I promised.