Jaeger turns his attention to Chris as though not really seeing him, but trying desperately hard to make sense of his presence. His blue-gray eyes are vague, but sharpen as his head jerks up, focusing his attention down the hall before returning to the younger man before him.

"This isn't safe. Jordan knows, I think he knows." The quiet is terrifying, as if the whole world is holding its breath. The floor under his feet feels loose, giving like flesh, and the walls twitch when he's not looking directly at them.

There might be blood soon, he's not sure. He's been expecting it all along, he's just not sure when.

"You should go," he repeats, in that rough broken ruin of a voice. Was he here before, or here again? He's not sure. "Take the day off. Take a couple days off."