She has no intention of dying, disappearing or becoming an Avatar either. However, things in Gloucester happen. She had not imagined her almost boyfriend turning into a weasel nor had she ever pictured someone turning into a mannequin or any of the other horrors she had witnessed.

"No games," she repeats and is glad that he agrees. Even if he does play games she doesn't need to know that. "Modern art is so pretentious anyway." Pot meet kettle. "Who can blame you for that?"