"Wow, that's—" I pull back, blinking, my face still screwed up with worry. "That's like the worst Cure song there is." Whether it's a better option than 'Scarborough Fair,' I couldn't really say, but it helps explain the dopey look that had been on his face.

"I haven't seen it yet," I say, stepping back and pushing the damp hair from my face. "It's been chaos since I came to."