"What? No," she said, shaking her head with a bleary frown, though there was something about him, something calming and familiar, and she found that holding onto that kept some of her panic at bay.

"The only one who ever said anything like that was the man who killed me." She realized, as soon as the words were out of her mouth, that she must've been hit in the head a little too hard or drugged, because there was no way she would've been so candid otherwise. "The thing that killed me. I'm... I'm not special. I don't know what you're talking about."