King blinked slowly, looking at Joanne’s face. “I still don’t know who you are,” he said, frowning. “Why not?”
“I think it’s still here,” Fox tapped his own head.
Fox still couldn’t get his feet to move, but King was quickly regaining his faculties. His stance changed, and he was holding his head more upright. Fox finally recognized the King they had all been missing. King’s eyes became clearer, more focused, and his mouth set in determination as he walked toward Fox.
Fox swiped the hair back from his forehead and King leaned forward. This time, the reaction was instantaneous. It was a strange feeling, as if something had latched onto something physical inside his head and was pulling on it, syphoning it off. It didn’t hurt, but Fox imagined that his brains were being sucked out of his
