138. Talk Alone

"What are you talking about? Laboratory?" Henry asked me in bewilderment.

While I took a closer look at the taser, I shrugged.

"Probably because of my ability. I saw it in the gayvision that played a few years in the future; I mentioned it there."

It became awfully silent, and after I got behind the not-so-difficult function of our new stimulus, I looked up again to see Henry watching me.

"What?"

"Nothing." He looked away again, and I was done with questioning his behavior for the day.

"Describe how it was to be possessed; what exactly happened."

Henry opened his mouth before closing it again, crossing his arms and leaning back against the doorframe he never moved away from. He was clearly hesitating for a few moments.