When the guy said he wasn't crazy, Brodie was happy to believe him... even if he still felt like he was losing his marbles quite extensively. He kept waking up in weird places and having no recollection of it. That was a symptom of crazy, right? What did he mean by not having all the pieces of the puzzle, though? He hadn't even realised there had been a puzzle. If there was a puzzle, what was it? Why hadn't anyone told him? Would the puzzle still matter if he wasn't here to see out the finished product? He had been given a year, give or take. "I just... I'm sick. I mean, maybe you already know that. I have had more than my fair share of experiencing doctors and medical people doing things when I'm out to it. I'm running out of time and maybe I just don't have any to spare on puzzles," he murmured tiredly.

Now he was frowning in confusion with a small shake of his head. "What do you mean? Like, a defibrillator? That can't be, though. They said he was... that he was..." He just clamped his mouth shut and shook his head again. He couldn't say it. It had been painful enough hearing about it. Asher had been fucked up so badly by the car, he had no chance of being saved. He was DOA when the ambulance arrived at the hospital. There hadn't been enough to even identify the body. "He would have told me was alive..." he added in a tiny voice, trying to convince himself so hard of that fact.