He's a little worried at her reaction. Running his hands through his hair, he answers. "Yeah. Changed him into somethin' not him at all. He got into people's dreams and turned 'em into nightmares t'make the person stronger. S'what his reasoning was. But it weren't him. Whatever the fuckin' dog was, that's what was makin' him do it. Still, though, he got -- he pulled up memories and made it really fuckin' hard t'sleep for m-- for some people."

Jesse fidgets, resting his elbows back on the desk.