Lisa Clarke: You said you'd tell me about these people, why you think they're looking for me.
Tom Clarke: The man that came into your house, his name was Eric Crawford. His father was an army colonel. His name was Owen Crawford. And he came after your father. Came after Jacob. Your Aunt Becky and I fooled him into thinking that Jake was dead, but I guess that Eric figured it out.
Lisa Clarke: But why was Owen Crawford looking for my dad? Uh... This has to do with the things you write about.
Tom Clarke: See? You already knew. You knew the first time you called me.
Lisa Clarke: And you said one day you'd explain it all to me.
Tom Clarke: I never told anyone about your father. I didn't put it in any of my books. But when Eric Crawford came after you, I should have told you.
Lisa Clarke: I don't know if I would have believed you. So, this Crawford came after me because I'm... one-quarter alien?
Tom Clarke: Does make you pretty interesting.
Charlie Keys: What was wrong with Dad?
Amelia Keys: He had a... He had a brain disorder. Made him believe certain things.
Charlie Keys: What kind of things?
Amelia Keys: Oh, he's dead now, Charlie. Do you really want to remember this part of him?
Charlie Keys: I want whatever I can get.
Amelia Keys: He believed he'd been taken... by aliens. Lots of times.
Charlie Keys: And the men? The people we were hiding from?
Amelia Keys: Well, I guess they believed that, too.
Charlie Keys: How about you?
Amelia Keys: I don't know, sweetie. I don't know what I believe. Your dad said once they were like his guardian angels.
Charlie Keys: He thought they were protecting him?
Amelia Keys: No, no. He thought they wanted him for something. He believed that they had saved him from dying in Vietnam. I think, in the end, he thought they were coming after you.
Charlie Keys: They have come for me. More than once. That's why he screamed the last time he saw me. He could see that they were already taking me. If you were eight, yeah, maybe this would scare you. But you know what, Mom? None of this scares me anymore. Now it just makes me mad. If they come for me again, I'm not going without a fight. And if that lands me in some hospital room, sitting, staring out some window, screaming, then that's what it does.