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like she was staring into a child's eyes.   First Donna, and now Amy, had seen the black fog.   Alex was curious as to what his own senses would interpret it as.
    He saw nothing.
    At first, he thought he'd just missed it.   Being in the back of the group, he'd reacted too slowly, and whatever Amy had seen was long gone.
    Then she talked to it.
    "Hi," Amy said.   "My name's Amy."
    "Careful," Donovan said.   "Maybe you shouldn't speak to it."
    Alex leaned close to Troy.   "What's she talking to?"
    "Shhh," Troy said.   "Amy sees things the rest of us can't."
    Alex continued to watch Amy speak to thin air.   He was surprised that he didn't see anything at all.   He knew he was unique.   With all his unusual powers, he wasn't sure the word psychic actually applied to him.   Still, if Amy saw a black fog, certainly he should have seen something as well.
    The truth, so simple and pure, smacked him across the face.   He couldn't believe it didn't come to him sooner.
    "Holy shit," he muttered.   "She's a fake."
    Troy lowered the camera and stared at Alex.   Alex thought he was quiet, but wasn't quiet enough.   Troy's mouth opened and closed as he searched for words.
    "W-What did you say?"
    Alex purposely kept his voice low.   "I said, she's a fake.   Amy isn't really psychic."
    Troy said nothing.   He didn't look surprised, more like someone who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
    "You knew about this?" Alex asked, although Troy's eyes gave him the answer.
    Troy grabbed Alex by the wrist and tried to lead him away.   Alex didn't consider himself a violent person, but the last thing he'd tolerate was anyone putting their hands on him.   He shook free easily and flashed Troy a look that suggested, quite simply, not to do that again.   Troy, to his credit, held up his hands in a show of peace.  
    "Mr. Donovan," Troy called.   "The battery's running out in my camera, and I forgot a few things.   Alex and I are going to head to the van."
    Donovan didn't even turn around.
    "Fine, fine."
    "Actually, we could really use your help."
    Whether it was the preposterous idea of Donovan carrying equipment, or the tone in Troy's voice, the elder man turned around.   All he did was lock eyes with Troy before standing upright next to Amy.
    "It's okay," Amy said.   "Whatever it was, it's gone now.   I don't see it anymore."
    "Yeah, I bet you don't," Alex said under his breath.
    Alex and Troy crossed the living room, with Donovan ten feet behind.   They left the house, but didn't walk toward the van.   Alex enjoyed the warmth of the outside.   Troy stopped in the middle of the yard, with Donovan finally catching up.
    "You knew about her, didn't you?" Alex asked.
    A voice rang out across the street.
    "Yo, Alex!" Nate called.   "You need me over there?"
    "I'm alright, thanks," Alex said, waving.
    Donovan and Troy glanced at each other in confusion.
    "What's going on here?" Donovan asked.
    Troy shook his head.   "He knows."
    "Knows what?"
    Alex pointed to the house.
    "I know Amy isn't psychic.   So, everyone knows about this.   I'll bet the Felders don't know."
    "Keep your voice down," Donovan said.   He took a deep breath.   "Yes, of course we know about Amy.   She may not be psychic, but she's still a very valuable part of our team.   I handpicked her, along with Troy and a few others, when I started researching the paranormal."
    "You picked a fake psychic on purpose?"
    Donovan laughed, once again resembling Santa Claus.   "Well, my first choice would have been a real psychic, but they don't exactly fall off trees.   Amy is the next best thing.   She's a psychology major at our college."
    Alex searched their faces, looking for a clue.   Confusion was written all over his face.
    "A lot of people won't even let us in their homes without a psychic," Donovan explained.   "They watch too much damn TV, and think a psychic can solve anything.   So, Amy plays the part.   She's great at reading people,