“I don’t believe you.”
“Fuck you. You have to. Please.”
“I know what I saw, I didn’t see that.”
“You weren’t looking for it! Look again.”
Garrett peered into the screen again, squinting through the salt and pepper blizzard of pixels. Jim hovered over him, sweating.
Through the snow they could make out two figures, hovering over a small TV screen.
A dark figure appeared behind them.