That pause and look of surprise might have been worth questioning but the second Weller looked up and locked eyes with the young man on his doorstep beneath the brim of his corporate pizza chain cap, something hit. The excited on his face faltered, his eyes going blank as that bizarre feeling struck again. That feeling of emptiness....

He was running as fast as he could, surrounded by lightning and bursting into a large chamber. A huge mechanical device sat in the center and the rest of the room... seemed like the sight of a massacre. Police officers lay dead on the floor and... someone, the man he'd just met at the door was lying in the middle of the machine, beaten to a pulp and bloodied.

Nearby... was the man in yellow, holding somebody, ready to kill. Zeroing in on the yellow-suited figure, he ran as hard as he could and hit him....

And just like that, he snapped back to reality, shaking his head. What the fuck...? That was another one of those memories and... oooooh, great, he'd probably just been standing there like a goof, staring.

Crap.

"Uh... sorry. Kinda spaced out there for a second." He blinked a few times, shaking his head to try and shake the odd feeling off and salvage some measure of cool. "I, uh... I read your paper. The one on the alien spacecraft?"