“Ten.”

“What?”

“Ten. That’s the number you were thinking of just now.”

Jamie sat back and casually sipped his coffee, enjoying the look of disbelief on his friend’s face.

“How did you even know I was thinking of a number at all?”

“I told you, I’m psychic.”

“Psychotic, you mean”, thought Matt, though he did feel the beginnings of a chill running along his spine. He had just been trying to work out how many hours of overtime he had worked so far that week, and he came up with ten right before Jamie said it.

“I’m not psychotic either”, said Jamie with a grin.

Matt narrowed his eyes and looked at Jamie.”Your sister is a four-headed hose beast,” he thought, not entirely confident now that his thoughts were still private.

“I thought you liked my sister,” said Jamie in mock disappointment. “I mean, you married her and all.”

“Traffic is pretty ugly on the 405 today, better stick to surface streets,” Jamie added.

“What? Wait… what’s going on?” He asked, as his clock radio valiantly strove to wake him.