felt something dry, and hard like- like stone. "Oh my God, did you see that?" she held up her fingers to show him the residue of the stone, but it wasn't there, not really. The Angel was just in her head, playing with her, trying to scare her--and it was working. "What's going on? Am I gonna turn into one of them? Becker, I can't, I don't wanna be one of them," Her words were rushed, her fear was obvious and the tears were still running steadily down her cheeks.