"All that funny blue light," Terry said. "But how—"
Then they looked at each other. Hard.
"What d'you know about the blue light?" Mike asked.
"How d'you know about Dad and the Contraption?" Terry countered. "You spying from someplace?" Terry was on his feet and had both small fists clenched. "You get up out of there!"
"Wait up ... maybe it put us to sleep, so this is all a dream, like. Nobody looks the same in dreams."
"You're crazy. They don't sound alike, and you're trying to sound like Mike...."
"You sound like Terry, too. You could all right in a dream, just like you know the same things. I'll tell you the first two numbers in the address of our house. If you can give me the last two, then we will know. And if you can't smart guy—"
"You don't even know the street we live on."
"It's Delaware, so how do you like that? And here's the first two numbers—2, 6—"
"8, 1—"