"They're both pretty not great," I said. "With the Yeerks, every three days it stops. There's always a small chance to get out. The Yeerk has to leave your brain to feed, so there's always that short time . . . I tried to help the people who were down there. I didn't see you, or I would've gotten you out, too." I guessed that Jack and Girl already had him here, slowly starving the Yeerk. Good.