You’re about to crack this case wide open.

“Your boy space friend is a clone,” you declare. “But not just any clone. What kind of clone can travel through time? Or put a bomb in my brain? Or get a dog to eat ants? Isn’t it obvious?”

“He’s an alien ghost clone,” she breathlessly exclaims.

“Absolutely. This is bigger than you or me. This has implications for all of humanity, not to mention ghost-manity. To make contact, we’ll need a Ouiji board and astronaut ice cream,” you explain. “I’ll be out in a minute. Oh, and Crystal?”

Crystal awaits your next words.

“Thanks for playing pretend with me. I really needed this.”

“Anytime,” she smiles.

THE END