She’d gotten him to swallow five capsules of Cold-FX, taking three herself as a prophylactic measure. It usually didn’t seem to do anything, once symptoms were advanced, but the promise of it had gotten him around the corner and into the Starbucks on Golden Square, and she hoped he was prone to the placebo effect. She was herself, according to Inchmale, who was an adamant and outspoken Cold-FX denier. "You have to keep taking them," she said to Clammy, placing the white plastic bottle beside his steaming paper cup of chamomile. "Ignore the instructions. Take three, three times a day."