I stared at the two women in disbelief.

“You… you knew?” I say in the monotone of confusion.

“Well not directly. We just had a feeling,” Molly answers.

“That’s why we work delivery. We are trying to find ourselves,” Lilly explained further.

“Find yourself? What, in a spiritual sense?” I ask.

“No, well yes. To find the other parts of us,” I hear Lilly’s voice in my mind.

I rock back with a stunned look on my face that I couldn’t control.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you okay? Molly asks aloud.

Lilly lets out a laugh. “I’ll go get those drinks. I think parallel universe boy needs a something stiff,”

“Did you use telepathy on him?” Molly scolded Lilly.

“Telepathy?” I repeat quietly.

“Lilly, make his drink a double. I think we are going to be giving him a bit more than he can handle,” Molly continued, putting her hands on my shoulders and keeping me steady.

This is a bit much to handle. They can talk… in my head. What else can they do? Who are they? They said they were looking for me?

“Here you go Captain,” Lilly says, as she shoves a rum and coke in my hand, no ice.

“Let’s start at the start,” Molly begins.

“The start?” I mumble with confusion.

“We are a telepathic alien race. Yes, we can say things in your mind. Yes, we can read your thoughts. Yes, we are looking for people who aren’t human, or apparently humans who are alien to this dimension or reality. That should cover most of it,” Molly says, taking the second offered drink from Lilly.

“Are you… with them?” I say and point at the TV, which is having a monumental event televised live, that I am missing.

“Them? No. That’s the G’har Empire. Kinda the big dick in the area,” Molly says.

“Empire?” I ask.

“Yeah, they go around and conscript new worlds into their empire. They aren’t really all that bad from what Myna has told us. Well, as long as you aren’t resource hoarding apparently,” Molly continues, turning up the television.

High Chancellor Morak Gytt is now standing at the podium with his guards keeping the secret service at bay, Trump is laying in a bloody heap on the ground.

“We, the G’har Imperium, have liberated your world from the parasites that have been holding you back for centuries. Under our governance your species will enjoy the wonders of the empire that spans over six-thousand planets. Your hardships are now over,” The High Chancellor declares.

No applause or cheers follow this announcement. Humanity is likely in shock.

“Honestly,” Lilly says as she walks back into the kitchen, “Humanity is likely better off now,” She continues.

“Better off? Their leaders were just murdered live on TV globally,” I say confused.

“Not all of them,” Lilly continues, “Hey do you mind if I eat some of your lasagna?” She asks.

“Sure,” I say, monotone distance in my voice I am sure.

“Molly, tap into his head and try the lasagna, it seems really good from what I caught,” Lilly said out loud in the kitchen.

“Wait, you just tasted my lasagna, in my head?” I say, rather in shock at this point. Aliens, and not just one serving of aliens, but two.

“Oh yeah. Telepathy is a whole lot cooler than TV shows will tell you,” Lilly replies, while I hear her pulling the plates out from the cupboards, the ceramic dishes tapping against one another as they move.

I can feel Molly in my head. It is hard to describe. It was a little like having someone's hand on your shoulder. It is just still, resting at first, it feels soft, there is no jarring impact there, well not enough to really care about. The moment I feel used to it, it suddenly turns into something like a deep tissue back rub that gently attempts to rub out a knot that you didn’t realize was bothering you. It then just becomes a gently repeating circle, something soothing from someone you are comfortable with.

I feel her focusing on something in my mind. It feels like a person standing at your dresser and reflecting on something here or there. From time to time that focus narrows, like that person asking you about this knick knack or doodad that they see clearly on that dresser.

Memories of my Kaylin are pulled from the background at first. The memories turn into a photo album and memory after memory becomes clearer in my mind. Memories of home surface next. My days in college. The scent of Kaylin when I first met her. A hint of vanilla and a McDonalds cheese burger. We were in anthropology at Vondel College. She was wearing her M&Ms hoodie. She had sat on the other side of the room that day, but as we were exiting after class, she approached me to ask if I had notes from the beginning of class that day.

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Molly went on digging and I was helpless to the probe. Whoever I was pulled to focus on for a moment, was who Molly was focused on. It was tickling at the back of my eyes. In seconds I start to feel my legs getting rubbery, even sitting on the couch.

It was ecstasy. It was like being kissed just under the ear, while a hand is running through your hair, their breath tickling across your skin. The sensations were, … like the most intimate caress with a closeness that only another naked body could stimulate. The…

“Holy shit. Calm down,” I could hear in an echoing din in my brain. My eyes were fluttering open and closed. It was like being in a dark room with a strobe light flickering on and off.

My face was being struck, but it didn’t register as it should. There was just something more important that my mind couldn’t break away from.

“Molly what the hell are you doing,” That was Lilly’s voice. Was it Lilly?

My vision starts to return, but it is locked in one place. I was paralyzed staring off into the middle of nowhere.

I see myself on the couch. I do not look good at all. I look like that woman having a seizure in Pulp Fiction.

“Uma Thurman. You didn’t know her name?” Molly’s voice echoes from somewhere deep.

“I have a different connection. I always think…” I announce into the ether, a void where I am looking through the eyes of Molly.

“...Baron Munchausen when her name is said. She was in that?” Her voice says drawing closer.

“Yeah…” I begin. “Well back home she is…”

“Are you okay?” Lilly asks me, her voice pulling me back to reality.

I shake the cobwebs from my mind, blinking heavily. Purposefully. Firmly.

“I’m. I’m not exactly sure,” Is all I could manage. At least, I think I said that.

“Well you stopped frothing at the mouth, that has to be a good sign,” Lilly says.

“There is that,” I reach out. Okay. That is my arm.

“Shit!” Lilly’s voice announced in a really stern and surprised voice. “Did you just unlock?!” Lilly shouts in my face between slaps.

“What the hell are you talking about unlocked?” I ask, trying to get my wits about me between wacks from the young woman..

“I think he just broke through into the journey, the recall,” Molly continues softly. I still feel her guiding my thoughts.

“That would only happen if he were a piece of…” Lilly starts.

“Of me. Son of a bitch,” Molly finishes the thought, then turns away from the room, grabbing her phone on her way out.

“Can you please explain what you are talking about, because I have pretty much had my limit on weird shit happening in my life for today?”

“Okay look. There is nothing that I can say that is going to prepare you for what you are about to go through. You are about to feel things from lifetimes ago. You are about to meet who you really are. You are on a journey, you are alien and human.” Lilly says as calmly and as quickly as she can.

My head starts to spin. My vision is fading in and out once more. I am dizzy. I see so much in each strand of focus that I grab at within my head. Dolphins? I was a dolphin?!

I am swimming behind my father as we are herding the young tuna. The tuna parents were the primary targets. They would satisfy hunger needs for the day in a single kill. We attacked the young tuna half-heartedly. We rush at them to draw in some of the adults that have come to help strengthen the school.

The pod is strong enough that their defenses require most of the fish in the area to keep us off them. The oldest, largest fish were at the edges. A guard, or challenge for our meals.

I blink away the fog.

“I think you took bits of me with you there, sport,” Molly says, clearly annoyed and returns to the room, with her eyes locked on me.

“I don’t think it was taken, more like… blurred together?” I expand upon her observation.

Lilly’s telephone began ringing.

“Molly, it’s Myna,” Lilly says urgently.

Lilly takes the call putting in on speakerphone.

“We need to get him under a full body neurological system scan with complete mapping,” The voice of an older woman declares.

“What? Why?” I ask.

Molly shushes me sharply.

“HAL, are there any holes in the Sol-03 G’har defensive net?” The woman on the phone asks someone in the room with her.

“No. The G’har have bundled up Sol-03 tight. Any physical ships passing through will likely trigger a search party of the solar system and may lead them to Emerald City,” The voice in the background replies.

“Anyone on the surface within the area?” The woman continues. Lilly is staring at the phone annoyance plain on her face. Noone likes being on the phone listening to other people talking like you aren’t there.

“Three satellite ships within a hundred mile area, but they are on stand-by while we assess the G’har threat. We have been told…” HAL begins and is cut off.

“I am ordering those ships to break stand-by and converge on that house. I want full scans of both subjects. Lilly?” Myna commands.

“Yes ma’am.” Lilly says, snapping back to focus.

“Do not, under any circumstances, make a psychic connection with either of them until they have been thoroughly taken through the courses. Do you understand?” Myna orders the woman.

“Yes ma’am,” Lilly responds.

“And wipe that look off your face,” Myna says, annoyance clear in her voice.

“Mr. Alginon. I am a good friend of yours that you may have forgotten about,” Myna begins.

“Oh yeah! I know you. Myna!” I declare. My head was swimming just before I lost consciousness.

“He is part of Phi-tonal?” Lilly asks.

“He is,” Molly replies, regaining her thoughts. “Have you heard of anything like this before?” She asks Myna.

“There are very few evidence rich occurrences of a parallel universe connection that is safe enough for organic travel. There are too many factors to even give a good guess here.” Myna answers.

There are three snapping sounds, as though a person just set off hand popper toys just outside.

Three small emerald green ships the size of sparrows float in through the open window.

Molly walks over to the vessels hanging motionless in the air at eye level.

“Okie dokie. Scan away. Need me to strip?” She says and starts her hands to her collar buttons.

“Is that normal?” One of the ships asks through an external speaker.

“Kinda?” Lilly answers, making a face.