Chapter 13: Fletcher Stops Sleeping

The soap in Callum's dormitory bathroom smelled of pine tar and something underneath the pine tar, something mineral and faintly wrong, and he had been cataloguing this for eleven days without mentioning it to anyone because there was a hierarchy to the wrongnesses at Dunhollow and the soap did not yet rank.

He was thinking about this — standing at the small mirror above the sink, which reflected the room behind him at a very slightly incorrect angle, as if the mirror had been installed by someone working from a description of mirrors rather than experience with them — when Fletcher appeared in the doorway with his elbows propped on the frame and the loose, boneless posture of someone who had given up on finding a comfortable position and was simply performing them at random.

"Four days," Fletcher said, by way of greeting.