They say that After Hours the spirits come out to play. It's that in-between time when nothing is what it appears to be. They say that After Hours the spirits take over to finish what we humans only hoped would happen before the bar closed. What if that's true? What if After Hours, when all mere mortals are gone, the specter of our unfulfilled desires Finally finds its satisfaction? What if After Hours, the Spirits hold sway in a carefree universe parallel to our own? Can you tell flesh from pha...