Rosario nodded, still staring at the bottle in her hands. "I think I— I think maybe it happened again on Thursday. Or... I dunno, maybe I imagined it. I've been having the most fucked-up dreams. The whole thing is just, god, it's screwing with me." She could hear the spiderweb cracks in her own voice, the tightly-bottled fear and frustration and exhaustion bleeding into the fractures. Rosario couldn't remember the last night she'd had a decent sleep. "So, um... yeah. I asked Clio cuz I wanted a non-Apollo opinion, and she said to talk to Merlin."