[ It feels a lot less Twilight Zone, she wants to point out, when you've lived it. But that's not productive, and he's right. Begrudgingly, she must admit that working with the enemy towards a common goal beats rotting away in the creepy Hotel California. ]

Okay, okay. No Monsters on Maple. I get it. We'll share info and sing Kumbaya until we've got good reason to doubt.