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my eyes, and remembered the restraints only when they clicked and rattled the bars.

Which cut off the snoring. A light clicked on, and I saw Lewis's tired but freshly shaved face in the pale glow.

"Hey," he said, and reached out to wrap his fingers around mine. "How do you feel?"

"Pissed," I said. "I'm tied to a bed, in case you hadn't noticed."

"I noticed," he said, and yawned. "Trust me, the restraints are there for a reason."

"What reason?"

"Your protection," he said. "I know you. If you had half a chance of breaking out, you'd already be blowing the door and running for the exit, and that will get you killed right now. I'm trying to help you, Jo, but you've got to help yourself."

"Fine," I said. "What exactly did I do?"

He blinked a couple of times. "You don't know?"

"Look, I know that Marion's in a coma, but-"

"You screwed around with things that you weren't ready for, and you put her in that coma. Then you went after me."

"I-I what?"

Lewis didn't change his expression, not at all. "You heard me. If I hadn't put you down, hard, you'd have ripped my brain apart like a piñata."

"But-why would I do that?" I felt bewildered, alien in my own skin.

"Post-traumatic stress, I'm guessing. The point is, you were a danger to everybody around you."

"But...not now." I said it like I believed it. Lewis didn't grace me with agreement, but he didn't disagree, either. He just sat, gently providing reassurance through the contact of our hands. "Lewis, I don't want to hurt anybody. Really. You have to believe that."

"I do," he said. "But the best thing right now is for you to rest and get your strength back. I had to put you down pretty hard. Harder than I'd have preferred. You need to heal."

"Lee said I'd be moved somewhere else," I said. "It sounded like prison."

Lewis's thumb stopped stroking my fingers. I wasn't sure I liked that.

"It's not prison," he said. "But it's a medical facility, and it's run by people from Marion's division. If they can't find a way to stop you from misusing your Earth powers, they're going to have to block the channels to stop it from happening. I don't want to see that happen, so you need to concentrate on staying calm and steady, okay? No overreactions. No attacking people. And quit trying to eat peoples' brains."

I laughed, but it was shaky, and so was his smile. "I swear, I'll try," I said. "Has David been here?"

Lewis looked away. "Not yet," he said.

"Is it normal, him being gone this long?"

"You know it isn't. But there's no way we can check on him, so we'll just have to wait."

There was a discreet knock at the door, and it did the buzz thing. Lewis leaned back as a security guard leaned in. "You're wanted on the phone, sir," the guard said. "Conference call."

Lewis nodded, then gave me a distracted kind of grin. "Politics," he said. "Marion was right. There's always time for politics. Rest, okay? I'll come back."

I didn't trust myself to say anything. He left without a backward glance, and I tried to close my eyes and damp down the panic inside.

I'm trapped. They're taking me to prison. No, worse-they were taking me to screw around with my head, to keep me from hurting people.

I was, in Warden terms, mentally ill. Crazy with a capital K. Except somehow, I knew that I wasn't-and that if I let them mess with my head, that would be bad. Very, very bad.

A monitor beeped somewhere near my head. My heart rate was up, and getting faster. Some other electronic alarm joined the chorus-blood pressure? I felt sick all of a sudden, almost dizzy. There was a hissing sound in my head, like interference, and this terrible pressure inside my chest...

In the corner of the room, a shadow stirred. I couldn't see who it was for a second, and then once my bleary eyes focused I felt a jolt of sheer terror driving away what was left of my drugged sleep.

I had a visitor, and the visitor was me.

No...the visitor looked like me, right down to the nasty hospital gown and unkempt hair. But there was something cold and inhuman behind her blue eyes, something that wasn't me at all.

It just stood there, looking at me, and I could feel space warping between us, see the air shimmering and turning dark and thick.

We were drawing each other closer, but at the same time, I could