I studied the young psychologist through the one-way glass, and smiled. Yes, he would do, indeed; he had the unmistakable air of one who could achieve true objectivity, unhindered by any reverence for such meaningless phenomena as empathy. The sort of man I had crossed the ocean in order to find, that my father's great project, so long frustrated by a freak catastrophe, might find new life in America.
I opened the door, and the new initiate-to-be rose swiftly to his feet. "Miss Frost?" he said.
"Mr. Raines." I held out my hand. "Welcome to the Center for Co-ordinated Experiments."
Disclaimer: Pretender: Steven Long Mitchell & Craig W. Van Sickle. That Hideous Strength: C. S. Lewis. The blending of the two: modesty forbids.
Author's note: For those who might possibly remember this, I deleted and reposted it to see what was going on with the Just In section. I'm still not entirely sure, but I've made the appropriate reports, so hopefully someone Up Top will.