"Hey now." Her voice was very gentle as she reached out and clasped his shoulders, effectively stopping him. "You've been through a lot, Vince. I don't know what killed those men but I believe you when you say someth-... someone killed them." Her eyes sought his, a look of concern crossed the woman's beautiful features. "Greg was weird, but nothing like that. Are you sure of what you've seen? Sometimes the light plays tricks on us. If Greg hadn't stepped out I didn't believe my eyes at first. He seemed normal, if you don't count the blood, but... Oh, I don't know how to explain! He looked at me as if<i>I</i>was the odd one."<br/><br/>She curved a soft smile. "You need sleep. We both do. Let's talk about this over breakfast in a couple of hours if you're free. I need to get this bike fixed, and let my family know I'm alright before they send out a search party." Her hands tightened, holding his shoulders firmly. "And I believe you. What happened tonight wasn't a nightmare either.  So, who am I to say that your experience wasn't real? But what if it is real? I don't know, Vince. I'll need to think about that and I'm too tired to do that right now."