There's no protest from Mat, who hurries inside. He rakes his hands through his hair, shaking. Now that he's here he finds his throat tight and the words hard. When have words ever been hard for him? Blood and ashes.

"It's happening," he manages to choke out. "It's happening, I'm...I'm seeing things, I'm hearing things, that's how it starts...."

And it only gets worse. Once it starts it's a quick trip to raving, dangerous insanity. What the hell is he going to do?