"Yeah, things do tend to happen around holidays," Molly says, exhaling slowly before taking a sip of her drink, then gesturing to the bartender for another. "Probably as close to a pattern as we'll ever find in it." Mostly, though she pays attention, she isn't particularly motivated to try to get to the bottom of whatever is going on with this place. She's here and alive, and that's enough for her. Still, it's fucking weird, and other people deserve those answers.

"My money's on Thanksgiving. We had two fucked up Halloweens in a row. Or close enough, with that movie thing last year. You hear about that?"