Whatever smile might have been on Deirdre's face disappeared as she looked at him. "What other choice to we have except to believe it, Jack? You may have woken up and thought it was a dream, but there was proof of it left in my apartment. Even if the building was having a mass hallucination, there's other things that happened that weren't just in someone's mind." Her voice had grown hard, intense as she stared at him.
She turned away and picked up her glass again, frowning to see it empty. She sighed, voice softer. "Do you know it? I had to look it up."