Ben says.“So you’re saying you’re an alien?” My voice sounds incredulous.“No.” Ben shakes his head with a smile, but then he shrugs. “Well, maybe. We weren’t born here on this earth, but we’re human—like you.” He pauses. “Seriously, I checked in a science lab in middle school.”That sounds like him.“And we didn’t come through space or anything like that. We came from an alternate universe through some kind of wormhole.”I’m trying to wrap my mind around that, but I still don’t know what it means. Sure I’ve seen plenty of bad sci-fi movies, but that stuff is supposed to be fake—as in, not actually possible. Maybe the three of them have done too many drugs.“That’s ridiculous,” I say, because I need to say something. I can’t just believe this at face value. “Travel through wormholes is impossible—it violates every natural law of physics.”“I thought so too. We all did,” he says, waving at Elijah and Reid. “We didn’t grow up believing in this shit, trust me.”
