"The kid never told either of you his name", say I.
"Yet", replies Jason, "We obviously knew who he was. There was something particularly powerful about that physick garden, some kind of strange magic or power or force there. I can understand his wanting to take us there every day. "
"Are you going to be all right?" asks Lazarus.
"I'm okay", says Jason. "This is a bit of a trigger." He appears to be trying to control his breathing.
"Chocolate?" says Carl, passing him the bag of chocolate chips.
"Don't mind if I do." He puts a few in his mouth. "Delicious."
"You're going to be okay", Carl says, rather than asks.
"Yes. Thank you for the distraction."
"Chocolate to the rescue", says François, smiling.
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