Edgar's face falls, going blank even as pain flares in his eyes. The hand holding Jodie's twitches, but somehow what happened in the other room doesn't seem as painful out here. The memory of it seems far away, difficult to grasp, and Edgar is able to think about it, acknowledge it, and then step back from it.

Yeah, I'm okay, he replies, giving her a nod and the faintest hint of a smile.

He shifts his attention to where they are now. It's a wide hallway with plush carpeting and the kind of wall hangings that remind Edgar of the illustrations in his books of fairy tales. Do you know where we are?