I started across the lobby, but stopped when I noticed Connor was not at my side. I turned to find him standing near the glass doors leading into the place, leaning against one of the panes next to them. I walked back to him. His skin had a slick sheen of sweat to it and his complexion was sickly. “You okay?” Connor nodded between heavy breaths. “It’s amazing how the body atrophies when you’re out of the game for a month, kid.” “Funny,” I said. “I thought it might have been the beating you took in the graveyard.” Connor laughed out loud, a nervous, unsteady sound coming from him. He may have been cleaned up, but there was still something manic and off with him that I found disturbing. “Did that really happen? I thought I dreamt all that.” I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not. Right now wasn’t the best time to test his mental stability. I needed him focused. “Let’s take it easy, then,” I said, although every bit of my being was screaming to go find Jane and help her as quickly as I could.
