Kenny slipped into a coma after a drug trip and looked like staying that way until his flat-mate comes up with a radical therapy.

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   If I walk around the apartment with the lights off I can still see him and he’s not alone. You might call them ghosts… For me… they are holograms, wraiths once if you like, just part of the furniture, memories of people who once to live and died here. It’s like their spiritual DNA has impregnating the fabric of the building. They don’t bother me - but Kenny does - because he’s not properly dead.