“What?” It was Lisa’s turn to see where Bennett was looking. “No, I’m not talking about him, silly. I’m talking about all the people I’ve recognized since we stepped foot in this terminal.”

“Well, I would hope you’d recognize your family and Gus’s by now.”

“Again, not what I’m talking about,” Lisa said, followed by an exaggerated sigh. “Bennett, I’ve seen the FedEx guy who delivers to the gallery and the waitress and the cook from that diner near the warehouse. We just passed that baker from Main Street, Mario, and what looks to be his entire freaking staff, and up ahead to the right is Detective O’Brien, one of the cops who questioned you at the gallery.”

“I guess what they say about it being a small world is true then.”

“Small world, yes, but seriously, don’t you think this is weird?”

Bennett had tried to conceal her amusement, but some of it was now coming to the surface. “Not really, and once you think outside the box, neither will you.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s settle in the first-class lounge,” Bennett said, motioning with her head. “Then I’ll explain.”

After their boarding passes were reviewed, Bennett and Lisa entered the lounge, and while Bennett visited the bar, Lisa found an empty sofa near a window overlooking the runway. Before too long, Bennett returned with two glasses of wine.

“Here you go,” Bennett said, handing Lisa one as she took a seat.

“Thanks,” Lisa said, taking a quick sip. “So…what did you mean about thinking outside the box?”

Bennett glanced around to ensure their conversation wouldn’t be heard while she tasted the Chardonnay. “Okay, so right now, you’re seeing the world through the perspective of the mortal you used to be. Your beliefs and your thinking are tied directly to what most would refer to as the norm. You see a woman. She’s a woman. You see a man. He’s a man. You see a mortal, and they’re mortal because those are the facts you, and the majority of society, were taught. Yet outside the box, outside the perimeter of tried, true, and cold hard facts are even more tried, true, and cold hard facts. However, those are only accepted by beings like us who know better. So, take a moment and think outside the box.”

Lisa did what Bennett suggested, and with her face firmly set in deep thought, Lisa turned over in her mind what Bennett had said. She replayed each word, and when she reached beings like us, her jaw dropped open. “Holy crap,” Lisa blurted. “Are you saying those people I saw, the…the cop and the baker and all the others, they’re…they’re daywalkers?”