Jamie leans dispiritedly back against the wall, crossing one ankle over the other. "Have any of the other guys mentioned anything like this to you?" he asks, glancing up again.

"I mean, at first I thought all that stuff on the tour bus was just, y'know. Stress from traveling all over the country. Jet lag, or whatever. The bus being haunted." He shrugs. "I thought it'd stop once we got home, not get worse."