"I was thinkin' about, um, the possibility of a spell," Jason says, closing the door behind her. "My sister Sookie? There's always some fucked up thing out to get her, because she's special. Not retarded special, even though some people think that way."

He ambles into the living room, and sprawls on the sofa.

"There were witches, though. That were pretty pissed at us. I remember all of that, though, it's not like you were there." Jason looks up at her, and tries for a smile. "Hey, have a seat."