Suddenly it hit me: There was nothing wrong with them!It took me some time to regain the ability to speak."How the Hell could you do that?" I blurted ...ut. "It's just plain impossible!" In a way you're right," he replied. "It would be impossible for me to do it. What I did, was to persuade you to regrow your finger, I said I could trick you into doing anything, didn't I?"I could tell he had problems believing the whole thing himself."But, even if it's so, it would surely take more than five. She appeared at the door. There you go – clean towels and use my bathrobe. Something to eat – drink? As he filled the kettle and put some bread in the toaster he thought about the girl. Who was she? He’d found her nearly forty minutes ago and she still hadn’t said a single word. Strange. Maybe she was mute, or deaf, or something. And those eyes…All the while she was eating the toast and drinking the strong hot coffee he’d made, not a word had escaped her. Now she was fast asleep in his spare. “Just about everyone who comes to work here, if they have any soul at all, does the same.”The journey to Billy’s office was slow, but thankfully short. His assistant Annie was introduced and we all took seats around a conference table in a sterile, corporate feeling conference room.“My office is too small to seat all of us and this is one of the conference rooms we rent out for meetings.” Billy explained, waving his hand at the sterile décor.Billy, more properly William Black, was about seventy. "Wh-what difference does that make?" You felt like you were being touched, right?"Melinda nodded, her eyes wide."So was I, when you were doing it yesterday. It did it to me the first time I was there, when you caught me coming out of the house." That's... that's just weird." Yeah, it's weird. But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"It was impossible for Melinda to lie. She'd never be able to pull it off convincingly enough. It was true that it had freaked her out when it was happening, but it was by.