Looking around Doug's room, Barry spotted a vintage postcard on the wall. "Okay, ghost of Christmas past, why didn't he notice us?" Barry whispered to Tab. He had always suspected Doug lived outside of time.
  "He's your friend, Dude."
  "Stop saying that word. This is not Bill and Ted's."
  "What-ever." Tab went over and started playing with one of Doug's ninety-one pipes. "Nice collection."
  "Hey, let me see that." Doug held a troll-head pipe, long dread locks sprouting from under its wide-brimmed hat. Basalt eyes dead behind a bulbous nose. Doug stumbled on three of the cats, a pile of dirty CCR shirts, and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy that had toppled off the shelf enshrining his wood-paneled eight-track sound system.