Deirdre gave Jack an almost pitying, sad look. "Jack, you know me as well as almost anyone. Am I the type that would go chasing after insane conspiracies? I know what I've seen, though. People acting..." She shook her head a little and sighed, "People acting like they never would. People who are animals. ...or animals that are people. The penthouse corridor filled with thorn bushes, and. I can't not believe something."