Cole canted his head so that he was looking down at the patient.

"Yes." He'd known something was different about all this. The visions of the Fade had all been filtered through the fog and the fever — no less troubling once there were suddenly so many of them.

"The Fade isn't any closer to us. They're getting closer to it." His hands worried with one another, fingers pulling at stray threads on his gloves. "Slipping into spaces where they shouldn't be."