Tommy: Either way, your imagination of me still helped. And me just being a fragment of your mind, you know what I’m going to say next.
Steve: Yeah, yeah. I should now return the favour and help you lot. But here’s an idea. How about you all IMAGINE I help you and we’ll be even then!
He switches off the light and the room is in darkness again. He knew he was arguing with himself, but removing the light was a way of removing Tommy from the conversation.
A few hours pass by and Steve lies on a couch in yet another room of the house. This one has rows of bookshelves on every wall from floor to ceiling. Music plays gently in the background and twelve empty beer