Sneaking game. Every time Lyle says that, Howard wants to burst into tears. It may have been a fun prank to Lyle but the idea that something so benign could reduce Howard to a trembling puddle of nerves is terrifying.

He lets Wyatt help him up - he can't seem to get feeling back in his legs. He's outside his head, and it's like trying to drive a remote-control car. He has to think, very clearly, the things that should come automatically. Straighten your legs now. Lean on Wyatt. It's okay. It's okay.

"I was just checking on Orc," he mumbles.