"...Agatha? Crowley, what's happened to your face?" I ask, brows furrowed. I don't need a light to see in the dark, but from where I'm standing there are unnatural shadows on her cheeks, her lips are nearly blue and her pallor is pale and gray. She almost looks like me on a very bad day.

She doesn't smell unusual, and she appears to be eating casserole from a tupperware container.

"What are you doing out here?"