"It just sounds a little too familiar," he explained.  "Two girls -- with the same first name, I might add -- seen waiting for someone outside Gehrmann Hall, four nights before the homecoming carnival."

"The dead girl's name was Kira?" I questioned.  "Kira what?"

"Thompson.  Kira Thompson."  I echoed the name quietly after him, prompting my friend to add, "Why?  What was the other girl's last name?"

"She didn't say," I answered reluctantly.

I watched in silence as the cocked eyebrow and thoughtful chin-stroking resumed.  "Eh? Eh?" he prodded.

"Are you saying," I continued with a note of skepticism, "that I had lunch with a ghost this afternoon?"

Wiley grinned smugly.  "I didn't say that.  You just did."