I grasp my head, pacing the library aisle. "Fuck me. If it wasn't you, who was it? This is nuts. Maybe I'm going insane, after all." Grey grabs me by my shoulders, pushing me into the shelf. "Calm your funny farm. Stop speaking in tongues. What was in your room?" "A finger…" I whisper, gazing up at him. He observes my face, completely blank for a moment before he bursts out laughing. "A finger?"
