Catherine walked back to her bedroom with Vincent in tow. Ever so slowly, she turned around to face him and embraced him. His warm arms enveloped her body and held her close. "Do you believe any of this, Vincent? It's all so unreal and close to home." She mumbled against his arm.

He looked down at her. "Does it bother you, Catherine, this knowledge of other creatures on Earth? To know more than humans walk among you?"

"I don't know yet. It disturbs me, they disturb me. There is so much intensity in their words; they can't possibly be lying. But still, it's so sudden." She inhaled sharply.

Vincent considered her words. "I think that we should try to help them as much as possible. I felt, I am certain it was kinship, with this boy. He has been alone all his life. As much as I have." The despair brought on by such memories was quickly erased by Catherine's brilliant smile.

"I thought I sensed something from you. Here, help me out of this dress, please."