"The rainstorm, it was..." Paul trailed off. He didn't even want to bother explaining. They were all going to think he was crazy. But he trusted that no one would toss him into an insane asylum, at the very least. "Look, I know it seems ridiculous, but the reflections are you. Just a different version. I wouldn't make this up. Lia..." he shifted his gaze toward her. "You know I'm playing with a full set of bocce balls."