Skulduggery eyed the boy with a faint smile that he was completely unaware of resting on his face. The boy had looked sane, but then again, the insane ones always did. He was corroborating Yomi's story about the prison and fighting, at least. That was what Skulduggery had wanted to hear, but it didn't make the story any less difficult to believe. Still, something had injured Yomi - killed her, if she was telling the truth - and Valkyrie kept saying that a living skeleton shouldn't be such a skeptic, anyway. Skulduggery had been through too much in his life for it all be a figment of someone's imagination.

Good. That was one mystery solved.

As the edges of his vision grew slightly blurry once again, Skulduggery realized he hadn't blinked once this entire conversation. He squeezed his eyes shut against the tears and pressed his palms up against them. He continued to blink rapidly for the next minute or so, trying to ignore how strange the sensation still felt.

"I got a sense of that last night," Skulduggery said, carrying on as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "At least, I think it might have been last night. Time hasn't been very kind. What sort of experiments?" He glanced at the nurses standing at the back of the chapel. "They're not going to start attacking us, are they?" He wouldn't be surprised. They were far too cheerful to be working in a mental hospital.