His mind was racing. He was trying to figure out what was going on. It couldn't be the champagne. There had to be other people who didn't drink any like him. And Marcelo was the only one seemingly unaffected by a speech that was not the second coming of the Sermon on the Mount.

"You and everyone else out there are in a rapture about that speech. It wasn't even that good, Stephanie. It had nothing to do with your relationship with your father." He took a breath. He realized something.

"The man who spoke before your father and introduced him. Is he a mutant?"