"Don't remind me," Teddy said, fake-shuddering in disgust. He much preferred Cheung's depictions of them to any others he had seen so far.
When Billy spoke, Teddy started, having gotten so absorbed in the book that he didn't anticipate Billy's words. And, god, that was strange, hearing Billy's voice moments before reading the line on the page. "I guess....they're kind of inside your head, if they made us." The idea that someone else could control Billy's words...could control his own...made him shudder for real this time.