"I just - thought his name," she says, her patience dissolving under the mild alarm that her hypothesis turned out to be true. She almost says his name aloud, but bites back the urge. If Gabe is as sick as he says, having multiple voices in his head isn't likely to help.

Not like you'd know how that feels, says her brain in Raleigh's voice, dryly, am I right?

She gives herself a small shake. She isn't talking to herself, especially not now.