"Ethan," Harrison chuckled a little nervously, "we made up all that crap together, remember? Some kind of... cooperative delusion, because of the way I was after the war and your always being... ...well, Iet's face it: three fries short of a Happy Meal. Anyway..."

He slid his arm over Ethan's shoulders and turned to look him in the eye.

"I'm not asking you to get cured, all right? Hell, if you need to lie a little to get out of here, that's fine, but... geez, Ethan, get your ass home somehow. It's not that hard to figure out what's real and what's not, is it?"