I force myself to watch, to hear the gasps of horror, to absorb the screams that dissolve into liquid gurgles as the boy is reduced to a puddle in a very short minute. It appears Duet is even more virulent than I am when it comes to the Sick.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.

It's a long time before anyone says anything, but it's Chime who breaks the silence.

"What the hell was that?" I'm certain from the look on her face, her posture, she meant the words to ...