So when the pod people come and steal your body, does it hurt, or are you pretty much unconscious for the whole thing?"
"Huh?" I asked.
"I just double-skunked you three times in a row. What's going on with you?"
He lifted an eyebrow. He was in detective mode now, and there was no escaping it. I imagined spilling to him the way I had to Rayna, and almost choked. I'd rather die than describe my fantasies to Ben. I'd never hear the end of it.
Still, I needed to tell him something, and he knew me too well to buy a complete lie.
I thought about the pictures. I could tell him about the pictures without telling him about the dreams. Ben was like Dad-he ate up anything that smacked of the inexplicable. He'd probably love the picture of the man at St. Vitus's Cathedral, standing in midair on nothing.
"You might think I'm crazy...," I started.
"I already think that, so..."
I took a deep breath, then started to explain. I told him about every picture, including the ones that were completely impossible and seemed to prove the man wasn't actually in the shots when I snapped them. By the time I finished, Ben's brow was furrowed, and the concern in his eyes had deepened into alarm.
He really did think I was crazy. I shouldn't have told him.
"Can you stop looking at me like that? I know there's a logical explanation," I assured him. "I just don't know what it is yet, but-"
"You need to show me those pictures," Ben said gravely.
"Um...okay," I said, though I suddenly wasn't positive I wanted to share them. "After Rio I figured I'd open them up again and try to-"
"Now, Clea," he said. "I really need to see them now.

Autore: Hilary Duff