Hazel put her head between her knees and her hands on the back of her head. It was what she had been taught to do when she was nauseated as a child. That image definitely made her feel nauseated. She listened quietly, focusing on her breathing.

"Are you the only person who hunts it then? No one else believes in it?" It didn't seem like a question that really needed answering. She couldn't really believe it herself.

Hazel looked to Mark and on to Terrance.

"I think we need to try to get Paulie out of the closet again. It's going to be hard to explain all of this over." She stood up. I can try to help bring him out? Or maybe Abby?" Hazel felt weird suggesting it, but Abby was the only thing that anyone indicated Paulie liked. It was worth a shot, maybe?