The sound of her voice sunk through his skin and curled into a cold, wretched ball in the pit of his stomach. Her eyes woke the protective instinct that he seemed to have for those who needed it -- but he knew enough to know that he was quite powerless in this situation. Powerless, for now. Information was what they all needed, and if no one else were gathering it, then he would be the one to do it. If there were something that could be discovered, then he had reason and means to do so. Ms. Shepherd wasn't giving a lot to go on, however. Elias looked at his notes, then picked up his pen and turned to a blank page.
"Can you tell me everything -- from the very start to the very finish? The smallest detail may be important; spare none of them. First, how long have you been at Pax?"
No one else had said that something carried over from that night. No one else, except him. The visions he'd been having lately... They weren't exactly like what had happened to him on the night of the blackout, but they decidedly were not normal. He wondered if he should break his lease. He wondered if they all should.