"I don't like this," he said. "I don't like knowing you can't forgive me, Claire. Please, I said I was sorry, what do you want me to do? Beg? I will. I'll get on my knees right here if you want."

Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.

She keeps asking me where we're going." "Yeah," another voice said. It was Shane, pulling up a chair beside Claire. "Girls do that. They've always got to be taking the relationship somewhere." "That's not true!" "It is," he said. "I get it; somebody's got to be looking ahead. But it makes guys think they're-" "Closed in," Michael said. "Trapped," Shane added. "Idiots," Claire finished.

claire:dont do anything dumb or ill kill you myself shane:ouch girl whatever happend to unconditional love around here

Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!

(Djinn are essentially vapor.) "I blew him away.

Just who are you planning to call? Ghostbusters?