“So, what you’re saying is that you’ve got an ancient, elf, object of power grown into your finger? Is that right?” Logan asked, scratching his head.
“Precisely.” Etty replied.
John, Logan, and Donna crowded around Etty, sitting as close to her as they could. A claustrophobic person would have been pulling out their hair from how tightly everyone was jammed together on one side of the dining room table.
John turned Etty’s hand over in his.
“I know you’re saying it is there, but I can’t see it or feel it.” He said to his wife.
“Yes, and that is really strange. I would think that if anyone of you could see it, it would be you, since you’re my husband.”
John shrugged and let go of her hand.
“Now, that thing who tried to kidnap John told you that his master had made a deal with someone on the President’s staff for them to use the ring, and you found it hidden in a box inside our truck. Right?” Donna tried to keep things straight by asking.
“Well, boys,” Donna said, leaning back in her chair, “I think we’re in profoundly deep shit. We got played, and ended up as a convenient place to hide supernatural contraband… until our personal, paranormal girl found it and put it on her finger.”
“At some point, they’re going to want it back, and we can’t give it to them.” John added.
“I’m about to say something that the two of you aren’t going to like.”
“What’s that Logan?” Donna asked.
“We move on with our lives until the shit hits the fan. It isn’t as though we can do anything about this. They’ll come for us when they come for us, and that’s all there is to it.”
“You’re right, I’m not at all comfortable with that attitude. It isn’t a solution.”
“Donna, you realize they’re keeping us under surveillance, right? We can’t leave the country, and I’m willing to bet they won’t let us get very far out of the immediate area, either. The best we can do is make things look normal, until they stop being normal.”
“We could go to the Press.” John proposed.
“And tell them… what? Your wife has an invisible ring on her finger that the President has secretly been using to make himself look like someone other than the womanizing, asshole he is?” Logan looked at his old friend like he’d grown an extra eye.
“Okay, Logan. You might have a point there.”