weathered jeans and a look at once furious and bewildered. His own hair stood out in random directions. Annja thought he resembled Calvin from the Calvin and Hobbes cartoons sheâd loved growing up. She fought a semihysterical impulse to giggle.
âSo I wasnât the only one who had a night visitor,â Dan said. âYou look like an avenging angel on a bad-hair day.â
âYouâre a great one to talk, Calvin,â she said.
He looked confused. âNever mind,â she said. âWhat did you see?â
âA woman,â he said. âTall, thin, looked African. Had one of those headdresses on, the ones with the flared tops.â He had extensive experience in sub-Saharan Africa, Annja recalled. âShe warned me not to keep seeking the quilombo of dreams.â
âAnd I suppose she vanished without a trace?â
âAbsolutely. I rolled over to turn on the bedside lamp. When I rolled back I was all alone. Creepy.â
He made a sound deep in his throat that might have been a chuckle, or passed for one. âSomething like this tempts a man to believe there might actually be something to the stories about these Promessans possessing mystic powers.â
It was Annjaâs turn to produce an inarticulate noise, this a distinctly unladylike grunt of confirmed skepticism. âItâs some kind of trick. Itâs got to be.â
âWas your window open? You find any sign the door had been jimmied?â Dan looked at her intently for a moment. âFrom your expression Iâm taking that as a no on both counts.â
âWellâ¦still. Iâm not ready to buy into astral projection or anything,â Annja said.
He shrugged. âCome to that, if they have some kind of technique of holographic projection, thatâd be pretty significant in and of itself, wouldnât it? Moran seems to think whatever secrets the Promessans have are primarily technological, although he doesnât say much about the mystic-powers thing one way or another.â
âBut I smelled him. He smelled of soil and plants. Like the rain forest.â
Dan shrugged. âThe Department of Defense was claiming to be able to stimulate various kinds of sensory hallucinations by beaming microwaves directly into peopleâs skulls in the late 1990s,â he said. âMaybe the Promessans are using a technology that isnât really that advanced. Just secret.â He uttered a short laugh. âIâm surprised the capitalists havenât started using it for ads, though. Imagine billboards beamed directly into your brain!â
âIâd rather not, thanks.â Annja compressed her lips. âStill, I had the absolute conviction he was really, physically there. That I could have hit him with myâ¦fistâ¦if Iâd only been quick enough.â
Dan laughed again, in a lighter tone. âPublico said you were a martial-arts expert with more than a little rough-and-tumble experience. I like that in a woman. And yeah, I had the same sense about the woman in my room. Although it didnât occur to me to hit her. But which impossibility is going to upset your worldview the most? Astral projection, some kind of technological projection, or teleportation?â
âI think Iâll just go back to bed,â she said, âand try not to speculate in the absence of sufficient data.â
âOr an overabundance of uncomfortable data.â
âI thought you were the hardheaded, skeptical type, too,â she said.
He shrugged. âMaybe Iâm more a reflex skeptic. Sometimes being a skeptic means distrusting the official explanation. Especially when youâve seen official explanations revealed as flat-out lies as often as I have.â
Standing in the hallway there was a sudden sense of awkwardness between them.
Dan grinned. âGuess Iâll go back to bed, too,â he said. He tipped his head from side to side, stretching his
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