“What do you mean?” asked Sam, looking puzzled, “it's more a case of we look like you?”
“Because, Samuel,” she let out a long breath, “you were created in our image.” Her words fell heavily on both of them. For a few long, drawn-out seconds an awkward silence hung in the air, almost consuming them.
“Impossible,” Sam finally muttered, breaking the tension. “I mean there would be some record of it somewhere. Surely we'd know?” Despite all that he'd seen and felt through her touch, he couldn't comprehend the magnitude of what they'd been told.
“It is,” cut in Adam a little distantly.
“It is what?”
“Recorded, sort of. It's more theory, really.” Adam watched Sam raise his eyes in a fashion that pressed him to continue. “Not long after you went back to the Middle East on close protection wo
