"Yeah ... more of the picture, this time." Micah takes a deep breath, rakes his fingers back through his hair, and finally sits up. As much as he's reluctant to halt the flow of information so soon, he's keenly aware of the worry Lazarus has for the negative relationship between his and Nathan's Others, and the possible bleedover between him and Nathan.

It doesn't matter to him. These memories - they're from someone else's life. Not his. He's determined not to let them become a larger part of his life than necessary.

"I could probably use an aspirin or two," he says, with half a smile.