I tried to let her out when Kyle -" I stopped talking abruptly, grinding my teeth together.
"When Kyle tried to kill you," he finished matter-of-factly. "You wanted her free? Why?"
I just stared at him.
"To fight him?" he guessed.
I didn't answer.
He sighed. "Okay. Don't tell me. Why do you think the... door is locked?"
I frowned. "I don't know. Maybe the time passing... It worries us."
"But she broke through before, to punch Jared."
"Yes." I shuddered at the memory of my fist striking his jaw.
"Because you were overwhelmed and emotional?"
"Yes."
"What did he do? Just kiss you?"
I nodded.
Ian flinched. His eyes tightened.
"What?" I asked. "What's wrong?"
"When Jared kisses you, you are... overwhelmed by emotion."
I stared at him, worried by the expression on his face. Melanie enjoyed it. That's right!
He sighed. "And when I kiss you... you aren't sure if you like it. You are not... overwhelmed."
"Oh." Ian was jealous. How very strange this world was. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I told you I'd give you time, and I don't mind waiting for you to think things through. I don't mind that at all."
"What do you mind?" Because he minded something very much.
He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "I saw how you loved Jamie. That was always really obvious. I guess I should have seen that you loved Jared, too. Maybe I didn't want to. It makes sense. You came here for the two of them. You love them both, the same way Melanie did. Jamie like a brother. And Jared..."
He was looking away, staring at the wall over me. I had to look away, too. I stared at the sunlight where it touched the red door.
"How much of that is Melanie?" he wanted to know.
"I don't know. Does it matter?"
I could barely hear his answer. "Yes. It does to me." Without looking at me or seeming to notice what he was doing, Ian took my hand again.
It was very quiet for a minute. Even Melanie was still. That was nice.
Then, as though a switch had been flipped, Ian was his normal self again. He laughed.
"Time is on my side," he said, grinning. "We've got the rest of our lives in here. One day you'll wonder what you ever saw in Jared."
In your dreams.
I laughed with him, happy he was joking again.
"Wanda? Wanda, can I come in?"
Jamie's voice started from down the hall and, accompanied by the sound of his jogging steps, ended right outside the door.
"Of course, Jamie."
I already had my hand held out to him before he shrugged the door aside. I hadn't seen him nearly enough lately. Unconscious or crippled, I hadn't been free to seek him out.
"Hey, Wanda! Hey, Ian!" Jamie was all grins, his messy hair bouncing when he moved. He headed for my reaching hand, but Ian was in his way. So he settled for sitting on the edge of my mattress and resting his hand on my foot. "How are you feeling?"
"Better."
"Hungry yet? There's beef jerky and corn on the cob! I could get you some."
"I'm okay for now. How are you? I haven't seen you much lately."
Jamie made a face. "Sharon gave me detention."
I smiled. "What did you do?"
"Nothing. I was totally framed." His innocent expression was a bit overdone, and he quickly changed the subject. "Guess what? Jared was saying at lunch that he didn't think it was fair for you to have to move out of the room you were used to. He said we weren't being good hosts. He said you should move back in with me! Isn't that great? I asked him if I could tell you right away, and he said that was a good idea. He said you would be in here."
"I'll bet he did," Ian murmured.
"So what do you think, Wanda? We get to be roomies again!"
"But Jamie, where will Jared stay?"
"Wait-let me guess," Ian interrupted. "I bet he said the room was big enough for three. Am I right?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"Lucky guess."
"So that's good, isn't it, Wanda? It will be just like before we came here!"
It felt sort of like a razor sliding between my ribs when he said that-too clean and precise a pain to be compared to a blow or a break.
Jamie analyzed my tortured expression with alarm. "Oh. No, I mean but with you, too. It will be nice. The four of us, right?"
I tried to laugh through the pain; it didn't hurt any worse than not laughing.