Okay. Colin had officially lost his goddamn mind.
It'd been hours since I had any coffee, and I'd managed maybe four hours of sleep out of the last twenty- four.
I'd used up every last brain cell I had working through the co-factor analysis, and then some. I'd been so ready to be Newt for the rest of the day, not Dr. McEwen.
But I forced myself to push away the disbelief and hurt and total confusion and try, try at least, to take an objective view of this.
A scientific view.
I went to the window and leaned my forehead against it, letting the chill of the glass soothe the headache I could feel gathering behind my eyes like thunderclouds.
Okay. Point one: The experiment hadn't just affected me. That'd been obvious on the second day, when Colin had lost control, even if only briefly.
