Delirium held tightly to Abby's hand. She couldn't feel what he was doing but she could see what he was doing. Her flesh looked all wrong, red and raw and ripped apart. Delirium went a very pale shade of white.

"The fishies said I could go play with them but I don't like drowning, the body gets all bloaty and it wouldn't look nice when my family had to give me the service. And the new me would probably go and be TraLiDah." Delirium said, wanting to pull away from Chase. "I'm going to be a kangaroo when I grow up, the cherry stones told me so. Didn't they Barnabas-what are you doing?"

Delirium wasn't really aware she'd already asked the questions. "Bob's gone, gone, gone,gone. No one will let me go find him."