“I don’t have to come with you,” Jon remarked. “Sage’s email said Mike wants to meet with you, not us.”
Brody lifted an eyebrow. “What will you do while I’m gone? Read a book when you can’t hold one? Play on the computer, when you can’t move the mouse?”
Jon sighed. “How long before I can do anything on my own?”
“It’ll happen. Think of it as being a newborn baby, because in some ways that’s exactly what you are—newly born to this life. First you learn to walk and talk…”
“I had that down pat the second I left my body behind,” Jon pointed out sourly. “Talking with you, and Sage, that is.”
“Okay. Bad analogy,” Brody admitted. “The longer you’re here, the more you’ll be able to do. I told you that the first time we met. That’s beside the point, though. I want you with me. Who knows why Mik
