Joscelin (because apparently that's his name--thanks, Dad) can smell what's in the bottle before the man even opens it. It should turn his stomach, but it just makes him hungrier. He hates himself for grabbing the bottle and gulping down the blood, but he immediately feels better once he does.

Nancy had known all along, he realizes. That's why she'd tried to do the same thing last night.

He feels a pang of regret when he thinks about her. She'd been so kind and he'd run away.

"Someone helped me last night. When I was lost. I'd like to thank her."