She allows the silence to settle between them, a companionable if not bittersweet silence as she checks on their dinner. Pleased with the promising result, she reaches for the long-handled paddle to retrieve the pizza, and eventually, she'll bring it over to the outdoor table not far from the stove oven.

It looks Neapolitan more than anything else, but certainly tasty. She can't promise it will eclipse the bitter taste of Patrick, but it might help some of it go down more smoothly.

Emilia — she has thought of Allison's power before, how terrifying it must be to those who are caught under its spell. But it's only now that she realises how terrifying it must be to Allison, as well.

How reality must blur for her, too.

"Have you?"