Holy shit. Nathan. Nathan's voice is in her head, and despite what his voice is saying, it takes her a few moments to realize the kid is the source. He's the one talking in her head. In Nathan's voice. What the fuck.

Aiden feels her surprise, but doesn't understand its cause. The boy did something, he must have done something, but what? He hovers above the two, uncertain and suspicious, but not to the point of lashing out.

"How are you doing that?" Jodie asks. It should probably occur to her to drop the kid's hand, but she continues to hold on despite the fact that he's looking a lot better and doesn't seem likely to either bolt or collapse.