I actually saw who it was without realizing it. It was around the same time. I was out getting the mail, and I saw Dr. Wilson cross his kitchen window, and someone else was there too, just moving out of sight as I looked up. At the time, I didn’t think about it. Dr. Wilson was as sociable as my Aunt Gabrielle, and neighbors visited him all the time, too, so I assumed it was some neighbor. But, looking back, I recognize the shapeless purple sweater that person was wearing; because, that day with the car, I saw part of the other person, an arm in a raggedy purple sweater sleeve, reaching around the front of the car while the person was crouching beside Dr. Wilson. Does that make sense? I mean, the person was wearing that same sweater, not just one that was the same color. It was beat up the same way, and even dirty, too, like something you’d see somebody homeless wearing. I wondered if maybe Dr. Wilson let somebody homeless stay with him or help him out with chores, like work-for-food? But then I remembered the weird springy head thing from the other day and didn’t know what to think. Some big raggedy guy was living with Dr. Wilson, doing chores for him, and they had wiggly things sticking out of their head at least one time, and nobody ever mentioned him.