In the kind of place he'd been, a person didn't need food, or water, or even sleep. He'd gone a long time without any of those things, and maybe that was why the craving hit him like a fist out of nowhere. Water seemed like something he desperately needed all of a sudden.

He brought both hands up to cup the bottom of the glass, needing no encouragement to down what was rest. Some of it ended up going down the wrong way, and he ended up coughing into his arm. Cold. The sensation of cold water slipping down his throat and into his belly was so vivid. It felt real, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Normal and human.

Could hallucinations really be this true-to-life?

When his coughing finally ceased and he fell to silence, his gaze flicked over Bela. Adam still didn't know what to make of her, but...

"... Thanks."