"And what? You think you're going to wake up one morning and not be Isabel anymore?" Jack stared at her, then leaned on the wall. "You think you'll be transformed into Vilandra?" He couldn't quite suppress a snort of bitter amusement. "Isabel, whatever's happening is all in your head - whether it's real or not, it's all in there. You can stop it, you just need help figuring out how." Shoving his hands in his pockets, he muttered under his breath, "Which you would already have if you'd told someone when it started."