"You're welcome," Brooke said as she took a seat next to him, with her own sandwich. She stared at it for a moment and then pushed it away. It wasn't really the sort of thing she would eat herself.

"Tell me," she said. "If you wanted to, would you be able to relinquish control to Pete? Or is it a Russian Roulette of personalities? Relinquish control and whomever has the strongest urge then comes to the fore?"