Okay. Everything else that had happened thus far could have been plausibly explainable as muscle cramps or having a bad morning or SOMEthing. But saying words he'd never intended to, that had no origination from within himself? Hearing thoughts about spiking a drink and his voice not sounding like her?

He shut his eyes and, without any other external parallel that could be disrupted, opened his mind. So apparently I have a visitor.