"Jon, I'm glad you're here," I said to the Intergalactic Gladiator as he followed me into my office.

"So what's this big development? Did you find out who was behind that fake photograph?" he asked.

"Er, no. But I did confirm from Emma that it wasn't her in the photo. That means it was faked!"

"What? But of course it was faked!"

"Right, well, now I've confirmed that."

"But I already knew it wasn't real. I was never in bed with Emma!"

"Well of course you were going to say that to your wife and the press, but now it's confirmed. Emma wasn't even in town that night."

"I guess that's something," Jon said. "Do you have proof we can give to the media?"

"Proof? Not exactly. I probed her mind and found the truth. It's not really the kind of thing that would hold up in court or anything like that."

"Well that's just great. Do you at least have any ideas whose behind this?"

"Er, not really. One of your rivals? An old enemy maybe? Geraldo Rivera?"

"Professor, did you notice anything odd about Emma's eyes in the photo?"

"Her eyes? Let me get my magnifying glass."