"I'll hop right over."
He hung up and I sighed. I built myself a solid drink and got comfortable.
He showed up twenty minutes later. He was thinner, more nervous than before.
He flopped on a divan. "You wouldn't believe it," he said.
"Believe what?"
"I want to do a picture. A science picture about a trip to Mars."
"It's been done. And more than once."
"With real Martians?"
I blinked. "I'll get you a drink."
"No. I want a clear head. Hear me out. I've met them."