"Medium?" Millie demanded. "I'm not--it's you people...."

The protest died before it really got started. She was the only person who had seen the Frenchman. The only person who could hear the Frenchman. The Frenchman who could pass through other people and walls like they weren't there. Hard to argue that the odd girl out is the only who's normal.

"Fuck," Millie said, pushing her eggs around on her plate before taking a bite. "That's creepy."