Rachel shakes her head, stepping back, falling in next to them as they walk. Rebecca walks on her other side, but somehow the hall is still wide enough for everyone. Neal turns his face away from the two versions of the woman he knew, stomach churning.

"I'm saying there's a parallel between what he did to me and what he does to you."

For a second the bottom drops out of Neal's stomach, the terror of Malcolm being convinced she's right cutting into good sense.

"I didn't do anything," he murmurs, keeping his face turned toward Malcolm.