Frost laughs darkly, shaking her head before she looks right up at Mick, a knowing smile on her lips. "Don't you know? There is no 'she'," she explains, like she's talking to a child. "There isn't anyone else who's going to wake up and see all this without remembering how it happened."

She glances at her fingernails, bored. "I know. He hasn't said a damn thing to me. I bet he's scared." She grins again, back up at him. "Are you coming in, or is it too cold for you, Heatwave?"