Bridge gave him an unsure smile. He knew how all this must have sounded, insane. Unreal, even a little impossible. That he possibly belonged in a mental ward, but he knew he wasn't crazy. That there was something following him, something he couldn't see that was always there. "But what?" The smile faded and he chewed his lip. "No..sometimes when I go out I feel it too. "
He took in a breath and looked down at his knees. "I know what you're thinking, you're thinking that I've lost it. Right? That I'm sick, I've never been ill in my life. " He was used to that happening, but maybe there was a first time for everything. He wasn't even sure any of this was real, that this world wasn't some kind of illusion brought on by his enemies to make him snap. Clark wasn't the only one who'd ever thought that there was a possibility he was slightly insane, the way he rambled and spoke sometimes even his teammates thought he was a little strange. There was a thin line between genius and insanity. Bridge walked inbetween from time to time, but this time he was sure. Every other time he'd had a feeling like this, he'd been right. There had been something wrong with the case, or something after him.
"Before I came here..I was captured by a monster named Bork. It's the same feeling. "