The sensation resonates stronger, and it's as though suddenly things are all clicking in together, like he's lining himself up with some unheard metronome. Greg can't say he's ever gotten that sensation before, yet somehow it feels like a return to form.

A warning buzz warns him this is wrong, yet something in Greg's gut shrugs it off. For once, something weird happening to him doesn't feel dangerous. Just different.

As he starts walking, he looks over his new companion again, curious.

"You lived in Vista long, Jeremy?"