`` tara , if you 're going to tell me that you 're an alien , i 'm going to have you go see a doctor . '' he grabbed my hand and tugged it toward him , squeezed it . `` phone in the plates , '' he said . halfway down , he stopped and turned to me . i can get it for you , be a spy perhaps . he rubbed the back of his neck and frowned . i have a firm grip on my reality . well , she liked listening to people . 