Joan ruffles the bag of Doritos as if it is a good luck charm. Dunkin Doughnuts are opened and a fan is behind it making the room smell like a chocolately heaven. Or Willy Wonka's home. We have three muskateers up the galore, Bare Essential make up kits, a radio station that never plays the same thing twice and enough twizzlers to last until New Years.

"It's a proven fact," Joan tries to convince me.

"Nuh-uh," I replied.

"Yes, junk food cleanses the mind. It awakens it."

"No freaking way," I told her. "It cant be true. Its impossible."

"Hmmm…" Kathleen moaned as her eyes fluttered.

"Whoa," I admitted guiltily. "It worked."

"Told you," Joan mocked.

"Hmm-mmm," Joan moaned again as her eyelids started to open slowly. Finally after a while of silence and chewing they opened and we stared ino her big, wide opened brown eyes. Adjusting to the bright lights of the hospital room her eyes settle on us. They get really wide – like a bunny in the capture of a snake.

"Morning honey," I smile as I rip a bite off my three muskateers. "Hows your head?" I ask sweetly.


"Oh, well you tried to kill yourself by jumping off a diving board because you cant swim and hit your head falling off, pretty hard I might add. A very nice mark. Ho-ot." I love it how Joan pronounces hot like is two syllables.

"So I'm alive," Kath said somberly.

"And going to stay that way," I tell her. "If you ever scare me like that again I'll force you to listen to non stop country music." Kath actually smiles at this. I lean down and kiss her cheek. "I love you, witch."

"What?" She asks in her alarmed voice.

"I know now, you're a witch, just like me. You had visions of someone – I don't know who – dying and took it a little too far." I put my fingers about an inch apart. "Just a little bit though."

"So… I wasn't going crazy?" Kathleen asks in that super confused way that makes her look as cute as a kid.

"Depends on your definition," I joke. She smiles again and I handed her a three musketeers.

If this completely sucked monkey balls, then tell me, you want me to right something else for Blue Is For Nightmares because now I know much more about the Craft.