2:24 p.m. Passion Ministry

Rachel shut her eyes. Tried to remember. Something odd just happened. Something not right about… She snuck a quick look while Harry reached for a fork. My God. He’s got no finger prints!

Her thoughts darted back to Harry’s bizarre attack. She shivered, remembering the alien whistle that screamed in her head. Tried to think but Harry was speaking.
“When’re you going to see her?”

“Uh, tonight. She’s asked me to dinner to meet John.” She glanced around. People were sitting, chatting, drinking, acting normal. What was she thinking? They were normal.

She sighed. Too many crazy debunking experiences. She eyed Harry, his clean shirt and stupid soul patch. Come on, Rach, he’s just a guy! Could’ve wrecked his fingers in an accident.

Or something.

She forced a smile. “She’s wild about him, that’s for sure.”

“Think she knows he’s a fraud?”