Delirium shivered uncontrollably. Her pale skin had gone several shades whiter. She could barely feel the hand holding hers, it felt numb and tingly. Like she had been lying down on it all afternoon and it had gone to sleep.

"Rob," Delirium said quietly. She had meant to say Bob but it had come out wrong. A saner voice had taken control in the blood and in the madness. Delirium wasn't even sure which way was up anymore. "He has the prettiest hair, like sunlight and spaghetti. They aren't coming for me, I'm so alone.."