"You were with my ex-wife at the time...and when I did step out from the shadows, you weren't exactly welcoming."

I flipped through my book, looking for the drawing I had done after Nova had shown me his true form.

"As long as there is a clear image...I can draw it. Doesn't matter if they have been dead for 1,000 years. Give me a clear memory and I can draw it. If it's a crap photo, I can recreate it. As for other forms...guess that falls under the same thing as a memory."

I pulled out the picture and hesitated... Nova, seeing the hesitation, reached out and snatched the picture from my hand.



"It was featured in a show in London..."

My voice trailed off as Nova stared at it.