"What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you," Declan demanded. His current expression closely matched Kyle's. To Trager in the passenger seat, he added, "And since when have you seen me drink and drive lately? Look; whatever this is, it's not funny. Alright?" Could they not tell from the tone of his voice that he was absolutely sober? He wasn't even slurring in his words.
He took in a deep breath and stopped himself from losing all his cool as he attempted to explain what he knew. "I was down the street waiting for you to come back and report everything is where it should be, with Kyle. I certainly don't recall you taking it easy in the middle of stopping someone from playing God with a lot of you's. I'm talkin' about Cassidy here...the guy threatening to move Adam Baylin's research into the wrong hands, remember? Don't tell me you've used your powers to wipe out the memories of destroying that pod fluid stuff."
Something was interfering his speech, some small paranoia that Cassidy might have screwed with their minds or something. Maybe arriving to this unknown highway did something to them.
What? No, that was crazy, that made less sense than the Cassidy theory--but if this continued, he'd have to get them some help or something, maybe contact Mr. and Mrs. Trager.