Reed scraped a hand through her hair, inhaling shakily. "Hell if I know. There was this--masquerade thing, at our apartment building. It was anonymous, so I wasn't even sure if she was going until I--until I found her. She was lying on a--a table and everyone was standing around her just fucking staring, because that's a big help, and there was this guy--Vlad, I think--and he told me she fell into a well. Fell into a motherfucking well, James. This is all so--fuck." She sat down heavily and looked at her sister for a moment, and then up at James.
"You should be so fucking happy you don't live in our building," she said, smiling weakly. "It's like a madhouse."