Delirium tried to sign to Abby but was slightly hindered by the fact that her fingers felt funny. Like they were ghosts at the ends of her arms.

"I know them, I know LoTses. Not knowing everything is all that makes it okay, except I know everything and nothing is okay anymore." Delirium said, staring behind Abby at the little squat figure of her sister. Grey skin, bleeding and looking at her with those cold, unfeeling eyes. "I wish she wouldn't stare at me like that, I don't like it. It's like being laughed at."

Delirium smiled at Chase. "Can I go now?" Delirium asked, wondering where she could get a length of rope from. Maybe hanging would work better.