Had I just begged for an audience with Death?

It would be so much easier if there were a secret password, or handshake. Netherworld, open sesame! Yeah, that didn't work, either.

This seems headed into girl-fight territory," Tod said. "Should I make popcorn?

Tod's pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. "She knows not what she says..." Maybe not. But I was starting to get a pretty good idea.

I grabbed another. Aerosmith. Nope, can’t throw classic Aerosmith. I snatched a copy of the Thompson Twins’ greatest hits and chucked it at him.

This would be so much easier if they actually issued black hoods.

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.