"The old bait and switch," Sam muttered. She didn't know why it was 'the old.' Just something her uncle Tom used to say.

Better not to dwell.

"The question is...is this operational condition or classical conditioning? Because if it's the former, then the apple may not change a second time." And here she though the social sciences were complete hokum.

Her fingertips hovered near the apple, twitching with the temptation to pick it. But did she really, really need to prove this place was fucked up? She already knew that. Everyone knew that.

So her arm fell to her side.