"Everything is just ... there's a million people here, and everything is bright and loud and I don't know what to do. It was just me and Ted. In our room. And I hated being locked up, I'm not COMPLETELY fucked up. But I didn't hate ... beinglockedupwith him. And what if he did? What if it's just me and I was doing shit that he hated having to want? What does that mean about me? How much must he fucking hate me now if so?"

Tommy drew a deep breath again. "They were watching us. Wouldn't it have fucked them up if I was fucking with time?" he asked. He had no idea how to control it, if that was true. It didn't feel right. He RAN, that was all he could do.

He flinched at that last sentence. "Be stupid if I did, right? My twin's boyfriend. Locked in a cell. What kind of asshole falls in love with that going on?" Tommy didn't even want that to be it, either. Just chemicals. Like a drug he gave himself. "If they were broadcasting it all, then someone somewhere's gotta know how long it was."