That did take Clarice aback. Dead? Aliens? A dying world? She knew that here, things that should be impossible were every day occurrences, but that all sounded...
"I'm glad that you're doing better," she said quietly. What else could she say? If he was pulling her leg, she would not rise to the bait. And if he was telling the truth, which she suspected that he was, then anything else would sound false and patronizing.
She nodded. "I know I'm not. I've met a few others with the same realizations, or at least suspicions. I'd ask the City-born desk cops at work, but that seems rude."