As she contemplated the ice melting in her glass, she tried to recapture that elation; however, the direction of their conversation prior to this filled her with dread. “Getting back to what we were talking about before: I don’t like it. You know what’ll happen if we film the next Finding. Somehow, a rag like the Investigator will get their hands on it, and they’ll have everyone believing I’m an alien, or that I can levitate, maybe heal the sick with X-ray vision. They’ll print whatever garbage they think will sell. The truth is strange enough without adding sensationalism.” Her voice rose with her agitation. “I’ve seen what the media can do to a person’s life: there should be laws against stalking people with a camera, even though it’s done in the guise of freedom of the press.” She anticipated the comeback so added, “I know, I know. Highly visible people have to expect a certain amount of publicity, but there’s a limit to what anyone should have to endure.
