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I sit up, trying to think of something that might convince him.
"I don't know... Maybe running through the woods isn't that great of an idea..."
"What?" - he stares at me, his mouth hanging open - "But... you said you wanted to help me to find out the truth..."
"No I mean... uhm... Everybody is looking in the woods - Maybe something is going to crash in the middle of the city or into a house. We could just go around town - maybe see a movie as a cover. Then, if something happens, there'll nobody to get to the meteor before we do."
Chris starts wandering in a circle, considering my argument.
"I don't know... We can't go to the cinema, they keep taking away my camera."
"Well yeah, you always kept using it..."
"Of course I did, I'd miss something paranormal happening otherwise. Also it has to happen in the woods - why else would everybody be there? I mean half of those people have to be government agents. Who else carries around magnetic anomaly meassurment units. I mean I have one, sure, but you know that I'm not a government agent,... probably... You believe me, right?"
He looks at me, holding his breath and waiting for a reply, as if he's not sure himself whether he's been secretly reprogrammed to be some kind of undercover spy.
"Euhm... sure, I believe you." - He sits back down and loudly exhales. "...but, you know that's something else that worries me. Isn't this all a bit dangerous, I mean aliens, FBI, CIA or whatever - what if we find something they don't want us to find..."
"Well... I don't... I mean... the guy from TV was fine, so maybe... or..." - He starts getting a bit pale as he turns around wildly typing something - "Oh god - Oh god - they good him - they got the psychic who found the meteor." He points to something on the monitor I can't see - "Somebody was camping in front of the guys house, after he was on the news. He wrote he knew they were up to something. Then after some days - bang - ambulance - the psychic tried to commit suicide - except that doesn't make sense...."
Chris turns towards me, fingering on his camera "Why would you commit suicide after you just got that famous - I mean everybody knew that guys adress and phone number and wanted to talk to him - You don't swallow poison if you just got what everybody in the world wants.... unless..." He turns on the camera, pointing it at himself " ...unless somebody forced him to do it...."
He stares at the camera for a moment, the begins stammering: "I... uhm I... I am Christian Hoskins and... euhm... this is the... this is August 2015 and... euh... I have no intention of commiting suicide so... if I do you should know... they did it!" -He turns the camera off and hands me the tape - "If something happens tonight... send that to everybody, they'll need to to know. I'll go out there, have to, you stay here, watch the news, I'll call you..."
I take the tape out of his shaking hands "You should'nt worry too much... You don't have to go, you know. You could stay here. Maybe a meteor hits my house or something..."
"That'll never happen. It's going down in the woods and I have to be there." - I guess I got my quiet evening at home, although I feel a bit bad having fed hif paranoia. I hope if he comes home without having found anything tonight, he'll know, that nobody's out to get him.
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