[It’s been a month. Last time Aubrey was at the garden, wild rabbit chase notwithstanding, something about the place had put her in a good mood. Too good. It was deeply unsettling at the time. Today, however, maybe a good dose of chill is exactly what she’s looking for.

[An impulse control nuke is not it. But the annoying thing about that is that now she wants to go spelunking, but she doesn’t, and maybe she’ll meet some other hapless dropoff stuck in here and wouldn’t that be great, but it wouldn’t, and why the hell does it feel like she’s walking in space—

[“Baseball bat”?]

[Aubrey’s pacing when she comes face-to-face with Stelle. At the handstand she barks a laugh, of the ha-ha-ha-what-the-fuck kind. Clamps a hand over her mouth. Drops it. God, just when she thought the crazy was over—]

“Debuffed”? [Without waiting for an answer,] And hey, if you find a bat, let me know. All they sell here is medieval bullshit.