‘What do you mean?’ ‘A voice, in my head.’ Imogen nearly crashed the car. She told him to wait for a second before he said anything further, and she parked at the side of the road, taking a moment to try to calm down. ‘A voice?’ she asked eventually, trying to keep the tremor from her own words. ‘It told me not to be afraid,’ he said, ‘that I didn’t need to be afraid about the future, because there would be a new future.’ Imogen’s heart was racing. Something was wrong here. Seriously wrong. That much was obvious now. Jonny had always been intense, but now he was ill. He had to be ill. ‘When you say you heard a voice,’ she asked carefully, ‘what do you mean? You don’t mean your own thoughts?’ ‘No,’ he said, ‘it was a voice. A voice I hadn’t heard before. It was a weird voice. It sounded a bit like something from a film, like, computer engineered.’ He looked at her. ‘Gennie, I know what this sounds like. But you love me and you have to believe me.
