Alicia felt her appetite killed just a little, but she continued to eat anyway.
"Yeah, that's kind of what I thought." She leaned her chin on her hand in consideration. Lately things had been almost dangerously quiet after a summer of killings and all sorts of horrible things. The quiet worried her.
"Well, hopefully it's nothing," she tried to sound more cheerful than she felt.
"I ran into your best friend a week or two ago. He stole half my danish."