Marco's head rose up.

Then he frowned for a brief second before it vanished into an easy smile.

Then he took a sniff of Jake.

"Weird," Marco said. "You don't smell like chimpanzee poop or slaughterhouse."

He lifted his sleeve and sniffed himself. "I still do. It's hard to get off."

All the more reasons it pointed to an Ellimist game rather than a dream.

He just wished this time he'd get to take a shower.

His eyes narrowed. "And who's 'they'? How long've you been here?"

Imposter? Controller? Drode?