In like the wind and just as chilling I imagine as I try to listen to what Aggie's saying. It doesn't sound like any kind sickness I've ever heard of, but there's one thing I can do. Heading into the kitchenette, I pour her a large glass of water and join her on the couch, offering the glass with what I hope is a reassuring smile.

"Okay, that doesn't sound exactly normal, have your powers been acting up? Have you eaten anything strange or something given to you by someone you don't know all that well?" I know she hangs out with the magic crowd that's developing in Darrow and with a sudden reproachful regret I realize that after Tara's disappearance, I don't really know anyone in that area.

Christ, I'm a failure of a parent, aren't I?