He shrugs. Maybe she'd be as lost as the cops - but maybe not. There's no reason to think she wouldn't try; she's interested enough to ask about it, and she's watching him steadily, looking at him like she's trying to puzzle out whether he's telling the truth or not.

The fact that she's even trying puts her ahead of plenty of real authorities. She's giving the story a chance, even though he knows it sounds crazy.

"If you found a clue they didn't understand," he says, drawing the thought out as he bites down on a fry, "and they wouldn't listen to you. What would you do?"