"I know," Tommy said, even if he hadn't really. It could be his fault. Or maybe this shit was supposed to be aimed at Billy and Teddy - some way to keep them busy fucking so they didn't bust out? But they ended up with the wrong twin. Except that didn't make sense - they'd had speedster grade knock out juice.

And fuck it felt wrong, being at opposite ends of the room. Tommy felt too-cold and like he ... itched, but not. He hugged his arms around himself, leaning against the wall and trying not to think of Teddy's skin against his. "Someone will find us, if we don't get out ourselves," he said. Tommy was ... sort of confident of that. They'd found him once, even if Tommy still half wondered if he'd been an afterthought for most of them. But with Teddy here, they'd definitely find them.