Joni winces when the hot, bitter coffee touches her tongue. Simon asks how the coffee is.

Joni raises her mug and feigns a smile. When Simon looks away, her facade evaporates. She continues reading the day’s issue of The Inquirer and Reflection.

She still couldn’t believe what Edith had told her about the “incident.” It sure as hell didn’t match up with what the I&R was reporting (or what she could remember for that matter). Joni had a difficult time recalling most of that night's events, except one: the cold, dark eye sockets of the Skull Man.