He'd hoped just to point to the glasses: the question could ask itself. But Mr. Long doesn't turn and common sense screams against touching something that doesn't belong to him and works according to mysterious rules.

Dick stands frozen, picking through the dull words at his disposal in an attempt to find something equal to the gleaming scales, the glowing eye. The stranger visible only in the glasses' glossy lenses.

He stays silent, trots to Mr. Long's side.