Unfortunately, what Thomas had told her did not make her feel any better about her current situation. If anything, it may have made her more confused than she was before. "So," she adjusted her position on the bar stool so she could comfortably rest her chin on knees, "you're saying that if he hasn't shown himself yet to me, I'm fine? I mean, I hear things. I see things in the corner of my eyes. The thing grabs my legs for Christ's sake. But I haven't [i]seen[/i] anyone." Her eyes were wide as she stared at the floor. All of this was making her nauseous. What the fuck did Keith do to bring this upon her? 

"Wait a minute..." The wheels began to turn in her mind. "So, if you're saying this thing stalks you for years, does that mean it's always been me? Keith didn't do this?" She was getting worked up again. "But, but, why me? I haven't messed with this shit before. I never even played with a ouija board!" She reached down for her joint that had stopped burning and lit it again, taking the biggest inhale yet. She spoke as she held the smoke in, straining anymore. "So, what do I do, Thomas? Before I see this thing standing in my doorway." She exhaled the thick cloud that rose above them and lingered with the hanging lights. 

She stood up and grabbed the bottle to top off her wine glass. Without sitting back down, she took a swig and began pacing. Should she pack her things? Stay at the strange ghosthunter's house? Or should she stay here to get mangled by and invisible Egyptian god? "Jesus," she whispered as her thoughts kept racing. She slid her fingers through her hair and held her hand their for a second as she tried to come up with a solution in her head. Was there one? She felt like she was going to explode.