"April," she replied, giving the offered hand a solid shake. "And yeah, he was. Is. Kind of? He seems to be more emotionally-driven than capable of coherent thought processes now. I don't think he'll be writing the great American novel anytime soon, but he's not exactly happy to be stuck in a can. He seems pretty sad."

She probably should have felt worse for poor Timothy, but it wasn't as if he hadn't been warned. Repeatedly.