"Tell me about it," Lance grumbled. "Damn Stepford smilers." The only even remotely useful thing he'd gotten out of a nurse was letting him know he was crazy. He had that Stefan guy to thank for the specifics.

Lance idly glanced around, seeing that a lot more people were here than before. The ones who stuck out most were some kid who looked like a zombie, some purple-haired kid, and some guy who looked like he'd gone a little heavy with steriods sitting by himself shaking.