Alexis watched me silently. I knew he was trying to get inside my head to view my memories. Fuck it. Two could play that game. I went into his.

Looking into someone's memories was not like watching a television screen of someone's actions. Being inside someone's head is like sharing that person's body. You become them.

I traced his memories backwards. Through his eyes I saw him open the great door to see me folded on the front stoop. His still heart jumped in fear ...