The Sun Room? That cheerful nurse had mentioned a Sun Room this morning, but Skulduggery hadn't paid it much attention. It sounded exactly like what he'd expected a room in a mental hospital to be like - boring - and examining the fountain in the chapel had been a higher priority. If anyone Skulduggery knew was here, though, it would be better to find out sooner rather than later. He resolved to ask the nurse about it in a moment.

The headache was slowly growing worse, and now a strange feeling had settled somewhere down in Skulduggery's gut. The feeling was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. It felt a little like the stomach was starting to fold in on itself, demanding his attention in a somewhat cryptic manner. It wasn't exactly painful, so Skulduggery ignored it for now.

The poor kid, however, was growing paler by the minute, shifting uncomfortably on the pew. An image of him vomiting all over Skulduggery flew unbidden to mind, and Skulduggery pulled away slightly. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'd really prefer if you didn't throw up anywhere near me. What's your name?"