"Everyone has layers, some are just not as obvious as others. And while I'm know for a fact I am not schizophrenic, I definitely do see things that aren't there and I am a little bit crazy. Or a lot a bit, depending on perspective."
As the car swerved, she grabbed on to the door handle to steady herself. "Maybe I was wrong about you trying not to kill me." Once they'd stopped, she looked at the building skeptically. "Cake, yes. But I doubt any rebels without a cause are out in a snowstorm buying cupcakes. And none of them would be caught dead in a building painted the color of Pepto Bismol."