"You're older than me," Fletch says, a little awed and mostly confused. "How's... you're human, aren't you? Or are y'from one of those crazy space worlds and you lied about the Manhattan thing?"

If Richard's an alien, this is officially the coolest friendship Fletch has ever had.

"Anyway, you can rest. You're safe. No one's askin' you to do anything right now."