I passed the phone to Warren, and he studied it for several long seconds before he passed it around to everyone else. People were quiet as it came to them and they looked at what I’d seen.
No one spoke for several seconds. Finally Warren said, “Looks like an alien to me.”
“And how many aliens have you met?” Julia said cynically.
“You mean aside from you?” Serena Swann asked. Her voice was a cynical drawl that elicited a few snickers.
Julia flushed a little, but was otherwise undeterred. “And did this alien skeleton just get up and walk away, carrying the couch with it?”
“I don’t know what happened,” I said. “But I don’t have Photoshop on my phone. I can’t take pictures of something that’s not there.” My head hurt, and I was starting to wish I had something as simple as a concussion.
