He’d noticed a few times, but thought it was a cumulative effect of being in Mathias. Even Malcolm’s terrors had taken on a Mathias flavour for a while now. It seemed like a Mathias Thing.

He didn’t know about the added stress of Tim’s nightmares. He thought Tim’s Do Not Open door was Tim’s personal territory.

He nodded when Raylan said it wouldn’t help. It helped him, having someone there. But everybody was different.

He perked up a little as Raylan noted the direction of the house where he’d left his hat. “No, no, I’ll get it,” he said. “Which number is it?”