"Not you!" Dylan shot back. He felt the hair on the back of his neck bristle. "That's the fucking important thing!" This time the tears did fall, and he quickly raised his hands to banish them from his cheeks. "You made me think I was hallucinating more." He mumbled, "You didn't tell me the kind of danger I was in - I let Marc give me a needle to put in my arm!" His eyes widened, "And that night - in the park - you- you were just trying to get me to stop asking questions!"