Sam nodded. "Since Sunday. We didn't want you to worry, and we were hoping that it would go- I would go back to normal." At least he was pretending to hope, while G did the hoping, and wasn't that a fun reversal of things.
"Right now, I can't," he admitted. "We had Deeks get into my head, see if he could somehow do something, but he couldn't. What that means, we're not sure. It could just be that my power can't be switched on and off like some others, or that I stay like this, or that I need to be the one to control it. I don't know, baby girl. The truth is that as much as we'd like for this to be temporary we don't know, and as much as I'd like to stay in this house until we do figure it out it's not going to be possible, and that's why I wanted to speak with the two of you before telling anyone else."