Morgan wished that he knew River better, that he knew her the way her brother did. Simon always seemed to know exactly how to take something she said, and what to do to calm her. Even the thoughts that he sometimes picked up from her mind were often all mixed up. All he knew now, was that there was an obviously upset young woman in his room, who was making no sense at all.
"Who else is talking, River?" he asked, paying full attention to her. She had slowly been spending more time in the club, and he wasn't sure if perhaps she had heard something she shouldn't have. Morgan stood up, taking a step toward her.