I'm not intentionally ignoring Aggie, but seeing her look at that raw steak it's just. Eeesh. And ewww. Whatever this is, whatever's been done to her, I really hope we can find a way to reverse it. While the coffee brews, I head to my bedroom to grab my laptop. Maybe there's something online, maybe it's not just Aggie. Maybe there's someone up at this hour that can help.

Heading back into the kitchen, I open the computer and start scrolling through recent online posts, social media, anything that could give me a clue. "Are you sure nothing strange happened to you yesterday? Where did you go, anywhere new?" Anything that could give me a clue to track down.