The question reverberated inside Richie's head, dragging him from near sleep. He sat up on the couch, and focused on the tv mindlessly yapping away in front of him. No, the question wasn't part of the TV show.

"Richie?"

"What?" he asked, shaking the sleep from his mind. He sat up straighter and scanned the empty room. No buzz. The phone isn't off the hook, he confirmed, checking it once and then again. "What?" he asked into air again, louder this time.

"How do you do it?"

The voice... in his head? ... sounded familiar. A male's voice with an Australian accent. "Do what?" This is weird, he thought, This is really weird.*

"Is it really that weird?" The voice responded. "I guess I'm just used to it. Hang on."

The air between the couch and tv crackled electricly. A bright flash of light filled the room. The light cleared, revealing a young man about Richie's age. "Adam..." Richie groaned, frowning as the spots caused by the flash obscured his vision.

Adam looked approvingly around the apartment until his eyes reached on the rapier resting on top of the tv. He cringed and skipped over it, continuing to check the place out. "Nice," Adam commented. "Sure beats the space ship."

Richie glared at Adam, then smiled to show he didn't really mind the intrusion. "What do you want?"

"I want to know how you do it."

"Do what?"

"How you tell them."

"Tell who? What?" Richie asked, beginning to get exasperated. Adam really needed to spend more time with people who couldn't read minds. This business about assuming everyone always knew what you were thinking really made it hard to have a conversation with him. It was bad enough he could talk telepathically with the other Tomorrow People, now it looked like he'd started being able to read Richie's mind. Richie ran his hand over his chin, feeling the beginnings of a beard. Then again, it was too bad Adam couldn't teach him how to do some mind reading of his own. That could really save time when dealing with Mac.

"There's this girl..." Adam began, blushing.

Richie stared at Adam blankly and waited for him to continue.

"I want to tell her about me. I'm just... not sure. I'm not sure how to begin. How do you do it."

"You mean, how would I tell someone about my immortality?" Adam nodded. He seemed so much less sure of himself than Richie remembered. But, then.... Richie had to think about how to answer this one. It was a good question. "I've never had to," he began after a lengthy pause.

"Do you just kill yourself and let her figure everything out?" Adam interrupted. Richie's expression turned inward in thought. Adam watched him, wondering if he'd get an answer.

"You should just teleport her to the spaceship...." Richie mentioned. He meant the idea as a joke, remembering how surprised he's been the first time Adam teleported him to the spaceship. That event almost beat the discovery of his immortality as the biggest shock of his life. Almost. Adam looked up a Richie with interest. The random idea suddenly sounding very promising. He vanished without a word into another flash of light.

Richie stared at luminescent outline of his friend until it faded. How would I tell? he wondered.