Normally Michael wouldn't have been spooked, but with his own mind seemingly rebelling against him and some strange fear lurking in darkened memories, he couldn't help it. He jumped a little, head smacking lightly against the headboard.
Rolling over and pulling himself into a sitting position on the bed, he tossed her a rueful grin. "A psycho killer getting spooked. Either the weirds aren't over yet or I've lost my touch." It was a joke, but a particularly weak one. And far more wordy than he usually was. Both his obvious attempt at humor and the increase in his vocabulary were all pretty good signs that the fear was the kind of deep down fear that usually only came from a childhood fear carried on into adulthood. The fact that this one simply sprang up when all of his other fears were long since gone...that wasn't a good thing at all.
He grimaced a little, knowing how weak the joke sounded, and then simply shrugged. "Okay, so..." His brow furrowed a little in curiosity. "I'm thinking this is a 'arms and legs inside the ride at all times' type thing?"