“You sure you want answers?” James asks for about the fifth time since he stepped out of the bathroom.

Wanda surpresses a growl and says, “Are you going to tell me why you’re here besides the fact that I can see you?”

James leans back in his chair and frowns at the ceiling. He slowly begins, “Do you believe in conspiracies, Wanda?”

Wanda narrows her eyes, unsure what he is referring to, “It depends if they seem believable or not.”

His frown deepens & he levels a dead-pan stare at her, “I work for an agency like the FBI. But this agency is not limited to one country & is usually highly classified. You’re one of the seventeen civillians who know about the agency. Do you understand so far?”

“I have no reason to believe you. You have no credentials of any sort and honestly I don’t even know if you are an intense hallucination of my mind.”

James smiles wryly, “You don’t need to trust or believe me. You just need to listen. When you were little, you were subject to illegal biological experiments and drugs.”