“We might have a problem,” Fairwood admitted. “But if she wanted to occupy your form, you’d be vomiting on a three-sixty rotation by now. It’s had all this time to get into your head.” Carrie frowned at the Exorcist reference. “Really? Head spinning round, projectile vomit... all that happens, does it?” Fairwood avoided the question. “It depends.” “Depends on what?!” “How badly it wants to break your neck.”
