"I have no idea, but there has to be, right? I mean I'm sure at the palace, there's still all of their stuff. I can imagine anyone else getting in there," she reasoned. "And you can figure out what their influences were, because I don't think they know. They are a rock group that used a cello and classical music." She flipped her head to get her hair out of her face. "Have you gone to any house yet?"
She made a face. "That must be uncomfortable. Weird as hell and uncomfortable." She couldn't imagine what she'd do in the same situation. "But apparently I have another two years of life tops. I don't know what I like better, if this is a drug induced hallucination, or if it's real and I get to survive."
Savannah had no expectation from politicians and the discussion already bored her. "Sure, we can cast the spell and then move them slowly. If there's only us, then I'm not really late for practice, am I? I can spend my time fixing them." She smiled at the name. "You're the werewolf that started the reforms. This would be a very weird hallucination, because I don't think I've ever seen a picture of you as a young person."