"Oh don't you start." She chuckled and got up from the swing only to sit down in the dirt with him, the better to get both hands involved in ruffling that wooly fur that was surprisingly soft.
"My head's a mess. I know because I know what it used to look like." She grimaced some knowing this probably wasn't making any sense, but she kept talking anyway. "It's one of the things I'm really good at, mind stuff. Before, I had it so organized, so tight. It was practically a work of art. Then Corpse Taker played Godzilla through the landscape."