While the stairs weren't wide enough for them to walk freely together, something in his gut was glad that he'd ended up on the outside half. He could grab Malcolm if the smaller man decided to go for a long dive. There was something going on with Malcolm and it was pushing him more and more towards the previously supplied label.

"Coupla different people. Well, one was ghosts, one suggested Demons. Unless this is the Truman show, I still can't figure anythin' out for how the storm kept me in that first set of houses. No type of science I know that causes that kinda shit." And he was seriously starting to entertain the possibility, however scant, of magic being the reason.