"Where is she?" Quynh looked at Joe, her gaze sharpening as she thought of Andy. Booker had noticed that too. Any mention of Andy and she lost some of that wildness. "Did you bring her?"

Booker felt like he didn't even exist in the room at the moment. Thousands of years stretched between Joe and Quynh, years Booker had only heard of in bits and pieces of stories.

"Where is she, Yusuf? What did you do to her?"

And there the sanity went. Booker remembered that too. If there was too much talk of Andy Quynh's grip on sanity started to slip.

"Joe..." Booker warned. If he said the wrong thing or made the wrong move Quynh would strike. He had died a few times like that.