“He took her from whoever cared about her and they deserve to know what happened to her,” Malcolm says simply, if a little sadly.

He notices Doc’s face as he takes in the affirmations and it makes him smile. “Different treatments work for different people,” Malcolm allows. “Every brain is unique.” He huffs a laugh examining the card in his hand, turning it over and back again before looking at Doc. “Anyway, you’re probably immune to liver disease, right?”