“The drugs I take don’t mitigate my night terrors,” Malcolm told him. “Three or maybe four hours of sleep is pretty much a good night for me. The drugs mitigate... my other symptoms. Crippling anxiety, panic attacks, mania, hallucinations....” A beat. “To some degree,” he allowed. “But if other people are hearing things in the fog and in the back of the library, maybe that’s what they want: for us to be... unbalanced here.”