Peggy waves a hand dismissively, as if the very idea of the rebar being anything more than a pesky little issue is ridiculous. "I can assure you that what I was escaping was far worse," she intones, still having nightmares and chills about the zero matter that Whitney Frost had yielded.

She grumbles mildly as she's led, hating that she's being put back to rest, even if she knows this is the smartest thing to do. "I fell, quite a ways, and it went straight through me. It made sleeping and eating and talking and breathing quite awful." And that was to say nothing of her personal businesses in the loo.