"I think a tree could have figured out I was lying," Thomas muttered, shaking his head at himself. He rubbed the spot where Derek had tapped him and looked up, trying to get the words to come out.

Someone needed to know about this. It wasn't going to get better. Slowly, he was going to turn into an aggressive, violent, insane cannibalistic killer. There were a lot of people in this city and if he turned into a Crank, everyone was at risk.

"I don't know," he said, rubbing his face and shaking his head. "Maybe -- maybe another time? A better time. I didn't win, remember. Don't have to tell a secret."