Christine reached over and grabbed his wrist. "Listen to me," she whispered.
Tom didn't want to trust her, but he nodded anyway, as slightly as he could in case they were being watched.
"When the time is right," she said, speaking so softly that Tom had to strain his ears, "we'll strike. You and I together. Remember—no matter what you think of me, right here, right now, we have to stop him, or the Nihon project will make every last Reality an insane asylum."
"Strike?" Tom whispered back. "What do you expect from me? I don't know what you guys think I can do, but I don't have any powers and I can barely lift fifty pounds."
Christine shook her head in anger. "Grow up, Thomas. Are you really that dense? Even I've noticed the things you've done the last couple of weeks."
Tom looked over at her. "What are you talking about?" He winced; his voice was way too loud.