"No, I know you guys didn't," I say emphatically, catching look on Bittle's face. "That's why I loved the Haus so much. To everyone who lived there, I was just Jack. I liked being just Jack."

Here, that's all I am. And while I don't miss the constant pressure, I do miss the good parts of being Jack Zimmermann. But then Bits look at me and I remember that there are good parts here too. Really good ones.

"You're too nice to look at," I say suddenly, sounding almost accusing. "You made me lose my train of thought."