"What?" "What?" Dylan asked back. "You just said my name." "No I didn't" I sat up, banging my head on the roof. "Who is that?" "Hey, stay down here where the air is good, okay?" Dylan pulled me gently back down. "Hows your head?" "Not good, I think." "Who are you?" "It's still me, Marshall. It's Dylan. I'm right here." "Joel?" "Joss, what are you talking about?" He took my face in his hands. "Who's Joel?" "The voice in my head, I guess." "Jesus.