Re: quicklog: dylan & jack
[He was suspicious of everyone, now, as real as they seemed. Dylan looked real. He wasn't twisted or broken or screaming, but Jack couldn't be too careful. He didn't notice the texting, though that would almost have helped. Monsters didn't subtly text inside their pockets. They talked to you, and they knew the things you knew.]
I thought you were just driving by. [Helen picked up her head. Yes, what had happened to that? What had happened to cruising past, taking a wave for an answer, and leaving?
This wasn't a Jack that Dylan had met. Moments like this one had grown more and more rare as each year went by since Seattle. He had been loose then entirely, cracked in the head, ready for war. By comparison, this was genteel - he could ask questions, hold down something like a conversation, and the fears were real. He had just walked through them.]