He wasn't sure what was wrong. Not when so little seemed to be right. Jamie was right, but even that was wrong. The situation, the whole screwed-upness of it all... it was wrong.

"Nothing," he managed to say. "Go back to bed."

He hadn't drunk anything yet, but somehow, as though prematurely preparing, he felt like he had.

"No," Jamie said defiantly. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."

If he had been in a stable mindset, Stryker would have been impressed. The boy who a few weeks back wouldn't have said boo to his own shadow was standing there telling him no?

"Jamie," he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut....