"...on one hand I'd like to think I'd notice if my Aunt bled while she was here. On the other-" He remembers that burning of the ketchup thing Carolina had done that first morning. Also his memory of the day was a little fuzzy. Comfortable, yeah, but fuzzy. "That does explain things."

He'd cut out a large portion of what he could be looking into due to the assumption that no one had ever cast in this place before him. Huh.