She can get me Wicked tickets. I'm trying to get home from downtown but it's pitch black and I'm having the worst time figuring things out. People are having a party outside my house and my dad is skeptical. She zips herself up in a mini blood drop costume like a cocoon and goes to sleep. So much is going on that when I woke up I didn't know where I was, which is rare.

"Oh, and marvelous things, oh, they are, they are giving me the creeps..."