Jason goes ghost white. In the chalk of his face, his eyes are bright, burning with a hundred unanswered wants, and his scar, a year faded, throbs an angry red. "Get out of here," he whispers.

There's a twitch of his hand and an answering whine from the wall behind him, detonators arming. Maybe he hadn't had time to rig the entire building, but he's not been idle down here.

They offer everyone that shows up a blank slate, but only the ones that arrive already dead know what that really means. You don't get to start over until you've truly lost it all.

"Go back, or I'll take us both out."