"oKAy iS NoT a GooD woRD For iT, ReeSE," he managed, his voice wavering to the point of nearly trembling. "i'M inSane aND iT's a bAD TiME to bE to Be inSanE, thERe's bEEn a MurDEr. i cAn LicK yOu iF yoU'Re sTicKy." He wasn't supposed to have said that part out loud.

He grabbed her by the wrist when she was close enough, needing to cling to her, to make sure she was real even though he knew she was. She had to be.

"aLL tHe peOpLE i'VE SEen sO faR wERe faKe. BuT i CaN sEE yOu'RE nOT. i cAn FeeL yOU."