Roger would, hopefully, forgive her someday. But Florence wasn't exactly in a coherent answer sort of mood. "You're not one of those marijuana smoking hippies, are you?" she asked, confusion written on her face. It was possible. He had the look of one, after all. And she knew some people did and said crazy things when they'd been on the drugs. She'd never taken them, of course. It wasn't part of the persona they wanted her to portray. That and she had enough to deal with.
But honestly. Lawrence, Kansas was one thing. She couldn't remember off the top of her head where De Courcy was from, it wasn't impossible for her to be dragged to Kansas. But the seals of hell? Apocalypse? This guy was either completely mental or...nope, that was all. She'd rather subscribe to the theory that she was going crazy than that she'd been dragged to middle-of-nowhere America during the Apocalypse. Her political scandal theory was more common than that!
"Okay. Let's just say I believe you. And I'm not sure I do. What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Florence pointed to the newspapers with the date in its terrifying bold black print.