The phone had no sooner stopped ringing than it started up again. Mike sighed and stood up from the dinner table to go and answer it.
It was Jocelyn. "Hey... I was just wondering if you got that link I sent you?"
He had, in fact. Jocelyn would eat up any paranormal malarkey sent her way, and thought passing it one was some kind of sacred duty. "Yeah, I saw it. I take it you believe it, then?" (A stronger hint than he usually gave; perhaps this time she'd take it.)
"Well, you know, it's that, or some bunch of spooks suddenly decided to be way, way more competent than we have any reason to believe." Leave it to Jocelyn to limit the options to magic and CIA cabals.
"Uh-huh." He fished for a segue. "Well, if this does turn out to be the case, I definitely have to object to the nomenclature."
"How so?"
"Well, I mean – Kira? An agent of righteous divine punishment, and they think they can do it justice by pronouncing a bland word with a Japanese accent? The creep of Engrish just has to be stopped, I'm telling –"
"Yeah?" Jocelyn plowed over him. "What would you call it?"
"What? Er... The Shadow, I guess. You know – who knows what evil lurks in the hea-"
"Yeah, I got the reference, thanks."