"I bet that would get annoying," Chelsea said, frowning a little. The strawberry smell had started about the same time for her. "You hadn't told me about the smell, though. I'd say it was from the fight, but yeah." Chelsea thought about what other people had said to her. "I was talking to someone earlier who said she heard a wrench turning or something and it reminded her of her dad. I wonder..." She leaned on the arm of the couch. "Think in addition to being in the Twilight Zone, we're being haunted, too?" It was the only explanation that really made sense, but ghosts didn't exist. Then again, neither did the Bermuda Triangle and here they were.