He's been out for a while," she said. "You ready to take a break?" Hopper could exist in this living form or be transformed into a small statue, which helped avoid uncomfortable questions when people came by. Only she could transform him though. "Yeah. He keeps trying to eat my paints. And I don't want him to watch me kiss you goodbye.

I've heard a lot about you, Rose. Don't worry. It was all good." "No, it wasn't.

Aw you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty. -Adrian Ivashkov

Rose, nothing in this world could make me hate you." "Not even trying to bring my ex-boyfriend back from the dead?

Abe swept in, resplendent in a gray and yellow suit that coordinated bafflingly well with Adrian's paint job.

Aubrey, crouching on a nearby counter, watched me with squinty eyes, apparently pondering why anyone would willingly immerse themselves in water ever, let alone for extended periods of time.

There's a guy chasing me!" I called as I headed out the door.