"It's really fucked up. But this place is nothing if not fucked up." Sadly, Caitlin thought she'd started to grow used to how things were here. In the past couple of weeks, she had dealt with roses that created cravings and urges, randomly sent Valentine's Day cards featuring herself and other people in the midst of explicit sexual acts. It was just a new flavor of fucked up when the wind changed direction.

"The hot chocolate isn't safe, either, by the way." In case he thought of going back later for something different. She tugged at the neckline of her top, praying that the cold air would affect her for once and put the brakes on the runaway train in her body. "I'm going to say something, and it's probably going to sound crazy, but..." She shrugged. "Do you want me to help you with it?"