Jessica knew how that sounded, she had her own share of skepticism. But after Wanda's possession, recalling the demon's threats about dragging her own soul to Hell, not to mention her friend's conviction about its existence, she felt more inclined to believe that it was real. "Wanda wanted to go," she answered, rubbing her brow. "They both seem certain that's where her soul is. That there's someone, something there who has it." Jessica had to believe them, otherwise why else would they go? What was all this for? She downed her drink and shrugged. Wanda'd been through, well, hell, Jessica didn't blame her for being so determined. She had to do what she had to.
Leaning forward with her elbows on the bar table, Jessica rubbed her face tiredly and groaned. The entire situation was so terribly fucked up. Opening her eyes above her fingertips, she paid the weird feline a quizzical glance as it stared at her, dropped her hands and revealed a curled lip. "What's wrong with your cat?"