Frowning, he looked back down the alley they'd come out of. There had been a reflection, like the way the road rippled in the distance on a hot day. Only this was a back alley on a relatively cool fall afternoon. And there wasn't anything in the alley clean enough to cause that sort of reflection. "Some sort of agent," he repeated. "And we're hallucinating the exact same things? That doesn't make any sense."
G stood on the sidewalk, hands on his hips as he looked up and down the street. "One of us would be one thing. But, both of us seeing the same things? Or not seeing the same things? Unless I'm the only one of us not seeing the hundred year old church that should be there?"