There's something infinitely relaxing about being tended to this way, by Marcus, that starts to drain the tension from him. Dan lets his eyes close, confident that the sounds around him and the gentle touch will keep him present, keep him here.

"They kept me separate, I think, because I was too much of a risk in terms of... information. And communication. There was a woman there I tried to talk to, like a bright light." He frowns as he makes himself comb through what he'd picked up, what he's fairly certain is true. "What other prisoners I could sense, a lot of them had-- I guess, a twinkle. There was talk about a dead unicorn."

He knows, then.

"They were looking for other people who had a certain quality, like the unicorn."