"I am not hysterical," Adam protested, sounding a little pouty. More than a little. He took a deep breath and put his hands down at his sides and tried to pretend like he was not totally, totally freaking out. Because he kind of was. "Look, I'm just saying, I know she's going to be looking at me all suspiciously and she's going to want to know things I'm not willing to talk about. And I'm not going to talk about them, I hope, or maybe I'm going to spill like ... like... I don't know." He took a deep breath. "I mean, I don't say, oh, yeah, I've made zombies before! But it's kind of common knowledge that I do, you know, voodoo and stuff. Like that. I learned. Years ago. And kind of. You're not really going to make me go see Williams are you? I'm having a hard enough time with life without having to go see her."