At that, Jodie and Aiden both turn their full attention to Johnny. Oh, fuck. He was actually there, in her head? He saw all that?

She turns to the window, staring at the faint, diffused light coming in from around the curtains. She could try to pass it off as just some random dream, but who the hell dreams about living in a lab as a goddamn kindergartener? He'd never buy it.

Aiden's anxiety makes the back of her neck prickle. "Not all of it," she hedges. Just the overwhelming majority of it.