Handing the clothes over to the guy who was supposed to be Brennan was so surreal. He tried to smile in return but it was so half-hearted that he gave up a moment later. He slumped down on the couch while Brennan went to change and set the whiskey on the table. He unscrewed the cap and took a long swig. He sighed, having no idea how to help or how to react. He knew this couldn't be easy for Brennan, but it wasn't easy for him, either.
How was this possible? How could he help? His mind kept turning to Zack, but Brennan was still uncomfortable with the idea of bringing him in on this. He wanted to hug her, but it wasn't really her... it was too weird and he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Have you taken a look at the message boards yet?"