He responded to her needling with a loud, irritated scoff. Then he grew quiet again, trying to patch together the events, too tired to think clearly. "I don't know, I... I started feeling nauseous. Feverish. Couldn't see straight. It was almost like..."

Reilly looked over May's shoulder, his eyes glazed over slightly, and shook his head. "No, no. It can't be that."