The Stranger smirked, then leaned back and put his hands behind his head, getting a little too comfortable. He started to explain.
"There's a group of hunters chasing me, okay? I'm a werewolf. They want to kill me and take my pelt. They want to kill you because you happen to have been selected. You do not want to be selected."
"Can we go back over the part about you being a werewolf?"
"I showed you in the car earlier. You saw it. I know you did because you passed out. That's okay. Lots of people can't understand it. The point is, you're being hunted. I'm being hunted. I can help get you out of your dilemma, and you can help get me out of mine. Comprendo?"
"No, no comprendo. This is insane. I can't…I won't believe it."
He scowled.
"You're being very stubborn about this."
"I think the word you might be looking for is 'rational.'"
