Jordan squirmed in his stool and told Sadie she couldn't be serious, but Sadie was serious. "I don't know why you're all being such penises." She said, "If Ingrid's dead she can't hurt us, so there's no reason not to do the seance."

"You don't even believe in this stuff," Jordan then pivoted his argument to, "What happened to getting out of her no matter what?"

Sadie sized up each of her former friends and wondered what their lives would have been like if that beautiful poison apple had never been tossed in their barrel. Would they all have been happy? Would they have been kinder and more accepting? "I've let Ingrid have her hooks in me most of my life. I did things and said things - the worst things - Things I can't take back and can't be forgiven for. All because I wanted her to like me."

Christophe, rallying off his one supporter, agreed, "Exactly! That's her power. No one can resist her no matter how scummy she got. That was her trash-glam magic. She was a black hole. No one can ever escape her."

"But tonight, we have a chance." Sadie continued.

"We don't even know if she's dead!" Moss cried.

"It doesn't matter, it's not about ghosts. It's about emotional baggage," countered Sadie. She moved circled the counter and joined Christophe, "And if I can travel with a little less baggage then I say we summon the bitch, tell her to eat shit, and send her back to Hell."

Christophe opened his arms wide, "God, Sadie you hawt slut. I wish we got that on camera!"