"Headaches could be the indicator of something," Emma mused, and she was not glad to hear that at all. She didn't have much time to contemplate, however. Thomas's girlfriend Lena bustled into the room and half-crashed into the chair beside them. "Fuck me," she hissed. "What's happening?"

"My thoughts exactly, but we don't know yet," Emma told her. "I'm going to go press someone for information and bring you something to drink, Jamie," Emma said, standing and planting a kiss on Jamie's forehead before hurrying away.

"Shit," Lena said, mostly to herself. "Well this is fucked up, but I'm glad to see you at least." Lena offered Jamie a hug, but it was up to him to take it or not.