"The voice?" He'd almost forgotten about that, and took a half-second before correcting himself hastily. "Oh, right. The voice." He leaned his chin on his palm, frowning thoughtfully. "I didn't see anything happening along the roadside from the window, so . . . no, not that I can think of. But I don't really know what makes it . . . you know. Speak up."

He tried to sound as nonplussed by the whole matter as he could. After all, if this was weird for him to just hear about it, he couldn't imagine experiencing it. But he couldn't shake the uneasiness that gripped him when he thought about it, either. He'd worked with mediums, but it was easy to tell when they were channeling someone who could potentially hear him and when they weren't. It wasn't anything like this. This was like being in a room with a window of one-way glass, only able to guess whether there was a person watching from the other side.