"No, I think this requires coffee, I've got it, Sparky." Part of me wishes I was just delirious from too many late nights, except that now that I'm not patrolling every night, I'm getting more sleep now than I have since before I came here. But despite everything, there is just something horribly amusing about the whole thing. I am taking care of a thirteen-year-old former ghost who was executed for witchcraft in ye olden days who now routinely threatens her vampire friends on fire. And who woke up today possibly - probably - a vampire herself.

If this were a movie pitch, I'd be laughed out of Hollywood.

But it's real life, and she's probably got to be a little freaked. So maybe instead of making all these decisions about what we should and shouldn't be doing, maybe I should ask where she wants. Other than the obvious. "So what do you think our next move should be?"