The need to play almost overwhelmed her. There were other times she felt like this, but usually only in the middle of the night when nightmares she could never remember were clawing at her mind and making it impossible to sleep. Her fingers actually started to twitch in his grip.

“Sure,” she muttered. “Yeah, maybe.” And what would he see if he drew her? Could she even be sure he could do what he said? All she had to do was look at her work, but it was terrifying. She was at the center of whatever he saw. He thought she had powers. She tugged her hand away and looked behind him.

“My ride’s here. You can ask Pogo for my number.” She thrust the picture back at him and ran for the car. What he was saying had to be impossible. Maybe Pogo would just send him away.