"So it's not just me," Neal says quietly. He thought it might be. He presses his fingertips against closed eyes for a moment, opening them again without any difference in their surroundings. "It's like it's... in the air somehow."

He turns in a slow circle, shaking his head. "None of this makes sense. I--"

That thing tore him in half. He swallows down queasiness as best he can, before turning sharply back toward 1306. "Doc. Malcolm. Do you think...?"