"Look, mate," the pear still doesn't go anywhere, "a few months ago I woulda wrote it all off as some stupid cosmic coincidence but then I saw two people die whilst reciting their own nightmares and one of my best mates got eaten by the computer system that used your voice to read out the report where it broke him down into his chemical components. Excuse me if I'm a little freaking suspicious!"

And pear down again, as Alice sags with a sigh. Jesus fucking christ what has her life turned into—