"Of course, your brain must be running a million miles a minute. How does one finely tune such a brain?" Jonathan held the rec room door open for Edward and then started along the hallway to his room. "I probably wouldn't be here if I took a chance to leave. I probably could have left a year ago..."

But when the toxin washed off, he just didn't have the drive to go anywhere. He didn't know anything out there any more. He just went back to bed. Jerome was the one pushing him to care and have a purpose. "I'm room A-13, we're close. Brace yourself, you'll need strong nerves."