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Matt felt as if he had been taken apart and put back together. The world around him, his body, his brain, everything was different now. The tingle when he first saw her was still there, but more pronounced now.
Could she really be from another planet? Or was she just an earth-bound super-eccentric prodigy? One thing was true: now that he’d met her and talked with her, she was real. Her touch when she positioned his hand was the high point of his life.
Alien or earthling, the bottom line was he didn’t care which.
Whichever, he would help her.
As soon as he got home, he sat down with a yellow pad and began making notes as rapidly as he could.
Write it all down, Matt. Leave nothing out.
Item: what was the real evidence? She seemed perfectly human, except for being quick as lightning.
Item: there was no denying the government was after her. There were the helicopters, the “missing” posters and squads of soldiers.
Could Matt Méndez of Alpine, America, have lucked into the first interview with such a person? What were the odds?
She didn’t seem crazy, but then crazy people didn’t always seem so. Still, what was in it for her, if she were not on the level? Why go to all the trouble she had, and why take all those risks?
Once in bed, sleep proved unattainable. What a story! Talk about a career-maker! Yes, he’d promised Luisa and Darcy he’d hold off on printing it. But he could start writing it, by George!
He lost count of the times he turned on the light, jotted down notes and questions, paced, jotted down more notes, and went back to bed. Finally, after four am, he dozed off, to awake groggy and disoriented about eight.
When it all came back to him a surge of adrenalin had him up and pacing the cold floor in his bare feet. What had he been thinking about when half awake? It was about the Darcy situation—thank heavens she had agreed to meet him again!.
Aha! How to help her! An idea! He had an idea where to start. He could do that today.
But first he needed a hot shower and some food.
