“Flinn says he wants you to know that ‘he knew it’ too, by the way.” “Well, aren’t you both just a pair of clair-fucking-voyants.” “Our powers extend beyond bi-panic and having excellent style, you know.” He clicks his tongue at me. “Wait… so, if you’re in Crimson Ridge… but you’ve ditched Jere-prick-face…” Shit. Here it comes. “Um, so I might be standing in your house.” “Huh?”
