Art shrugged. "Knowing Charger, I doubt he's in any actual trouble. The best I can say is that they're probably trying to figure out where he came from. But that might not be it, either. In any case, I doubt that they're going to kill him. He's probably just really uncomfortable."
Just then Dave said, "Who said that?"
Art: "I did, dipshit."
Dave: "No, no, after that. Someone said 'Dave can you hear me?' Didn't anyone else hear it?"
General disagreement. No one else had heard it.
Dave sighed. Maybe the all this craziness was finally getting to him. If he was starting to imagine voices, things definately couldn't be going well.
But after a few minutes, Dave reconsidered. He'd always been fascinated by telepathy, but had ultimately regarded it as foolish. Whenever he "thought" he had been reading minds, he knew deep down he had been creating responses himself.
But this ... this was almost like a voice in his ear instead of his head. So he thought about it ... Yeah, I guess I can. ... uh, May I help you?
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