Echoes, held in granite and replayed like videotapes. I've heard the theory. It does sound like a theory, though. Doesn't it? Neat, something you don't have to be terrified of. Practically scientific. The supernatural sanitized for the skeptical.

[He plays at something pompous in his tone. Or sanctimonious, to keep the alliteration running a little longer. Only for a moment: it's not a natural state to maintain. He reaches for a glass of water, drinks, and goes on casually, if with some small nod to dramatic flair.]

It's definitely the kind of thing I'd want to believe, if I didn't want to believe the shiver that just ran up my spine could do me any harm. And maybe it's true. There could be imprints and something more. If I'd been harvested, I'd want to haunt somebody for it.

[As it is, he's been haunted instead. And he didn't practically piss his pants over a supernatural video rental.]