I'm disoriented when we arrive. Voices sound like they're coming from a carnival funhouse and walls swell in and out as I run down the hospital corridor. I was brought to the correct floor by Randall, but ran from him as soon as the doors opened, directed by some internal compass that knows where he is. Knows where to find Bryant.

I'm unprepared for the sight that greets me when I skid into his room, realizing vaguely that I'm barefoot and wearing a nightshirt and robe. Bryant is restrained in ...