Tober”, said a tall, thin woman, wearing a white lab-coat and a conservative, grey pinstriped skirt with matching expensive pumps. Arms loosely crossed against her chest, lips pursed, she was peering down at a shorter man who had large soft brown eyes, made even larger by the coke-bottle lenses of his glasses. “As I’ve told you before Dr. Burns,” the shorter man in a rumpled, brown suit explained impatiently, “having multiple psychic abilities is only theoretical. We have never found clinical proof that a person can have multiple paranormal abilities. And the few people we have found, with just one ability, are sad specimens, indeed.” “Commander Dobie seems perfectly satisfied with the results from William and Halvorson.” the lady said with a trace of annoyance in her soft, cultured voice, toying with a man’s gold wedding band threaded onto a gold necklace around her neck. “And after all, he is in charge of the Institute, sir.” “Yes, quite Doctor, as he is so fond of reminding me.”
