He's horrified.

They stared at each other, identical expressions of shock and dismay on their faces. Then she collapsed into his arms, sobbing.

"Jake, what's gonna happen to me? Will I ever get back to normal? Am I even me anymore?" She let out a loud sob. "It's so weird, it feels like your thoughts are coming out of my mouth!"

Jake was unnerved by that last statement. It was like she read his mind. In a sense, he supposed, she had. All of the things she was saying were things he had been thinking, including how weird it was that she was saying what he was thinking.

"Sam, listen to me. Do you even have your own thoughts anymore?" He needed to determine how much of her was left. "Quick, what was your kindergarten teacher's name?"

She sniffled. "Um, Mrs. Rosen." She visibly brightened. "Hey, you didn't know that! I'm still me after all. At least, a little bit."

God, this was weird. Jake was struggling to process it. He realized that meant Sam must be too.

She straightened up and wiped her eyes. "Thank you, Jake."

"What could you possibly have to thank me for right now?"

"For calming down and being positive. As far as we can tell, I feel all of your feelings and think all of your thoughts." She smiled. "I know you feel guilty about this, because I feel it too. But you haven't done anything wrong, and the more you beat yourself up the more it hurts me. So thank you for moving past that."

An image rose unbidden to his mind, and she leaned over and kissed his cheek. For the first time he was struck by just how much power he had over her.