"...my eyes are different colors," Artemis indicated his hazel eye. "He's fascinated by eyes. And the drugs... they were vapor. He opened a drawer and told me to leave. And after that I forgot what had happened."

Artemis frowned deeper in thought. "I know I shouldn't, but he sent me something. So I feel as though he's targeting me. There was a tracking device in the doll I stole from his office, and my roommate is one of his patients..."

The boy pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't spend this much mental power on punishing myself, I have far too much to be panicking over."