[ He scrubs his hands over his face, his foot jiggling under his seat. ] I know, believe me, I've looked into all of them.

[ Agitation is clearly written on his face when he next speaks. ] It just feels wrong, all of it. I don't feel like me sometimes. And I thought it was just my thing, the Beacon Hills weirdness. I ritually sacrificed myself to a tree to find my dad so I knew what I was getting into. [ It's almost like a floodgate has opened, verbal waters just spilling from him. ] But it shouldn't be able to reach me here. The nematon's in a whole other universe. And I'm still sleepwalking. I feel like I'm losing my mind. I just ... I need to rule stuff out. I need to cross out things on a list so I can get any closer to fixing it.