Sefton watched him blankly, then grasped the top of the headboard to pull himself onto his arm with a slight wince. Oh, it had definitely bruised.

Between his shoulders sat a marking of a strange pattern. It was circular: the right half was filled in, with several pieces missing from the inside to make the pattern; the left side had only the pieces the other half was missing. Put together, they would have been a solid circle around the stylized center, yet would never ever touch.