"Got it in one," Luther says, and it's like the team leader handing out a gold star (Reginald's voice, ever-haunting in the back of his head: Well-done, Number Three). He knows she could've logicked her way there -- even after so many years it feels like they should know each others' worst fears, the things that could wake them sweating in the middle of the night, and she'd know that claustrophobia wasn't one of them -- and then it was just a fifty-fifty toss-up between the remaining two. But her ability exists, and she got it right. Because somehow, Luther Hargreeves has met multiple Martians.

"One at Lake Tahoe, helped walk another to your old place in Maurtia Falls. And neither. Isn't that weird? Kept picturing Marvin the Martian. But they look like anyone. Just people. One has a Texan accent." He'd meant to concentrate on the truth exercise itself, but a touch of marvel and awe has seeped into his tone, too. This really is a world of wonders.