"Aren't your rifling my brain right now?" Red asked. He had felt like something was going through his head, sorting out his thoughts as he stood there. Almost immediately he felt the presence withdraw.

"It's not like that."

Red nodded to his unseen companion and said, "Sure it isn't buddy."

"I can't really go through your mind, I was just trying to see if you were lying to me."

"And?"

"I don't think you were. You felt offended when I implied you were lying."

"Does that mean we can talk?"

"Yeah. Don't kill him V."

Red carefully looked around and saw a young woman in the loft, she had a shotgun pointed at him and what looked like a broken off blade from a paper cutter tucked into her belt. She was standing less than twenty feet away. Nodding to her, Red raised his hands and stepped out into the courtyard. 'I'm getting careless. I suppose the power I have has made me a little arrogant.'

"So, I can't read you, but that only means you're more powerful than we are."

"You got that bit about the fish."

The large man on the porch had a rifle, he lowered it while laughing, "You know what I got? I saw an image of a fish, swimming out of your fingers."

"Well it's good to know my secrets are safe. Or are you lying to spare my feelings?"

"I wouldn't do that to you. What's your name?"

"Red."

"Jimbo. The boy is Bobby and the woman is Veronica."

"Jimbo sounds like a name from my part of the country. Is it a nickname?"

Jimbo nodded, "Yeah, it got hung on me after I came back. I don't like it, but I keep it."

"So you won't forget where you came from?"

"Something like that. To keep me humble."

"Did Veronica hang it on you?"

"No, she, well, her and I share a 'mother'."