“Oh, Sugar… I Know.” - Cindy (Patreon)

Smoke drifted lazily toward the ceiling.

Cindy watched it curl, eyes half-lidded, a crooked little grin tugging at one corner of her mouth.

She was thinking about the look on their faces earlier.

The confusion.

The panic.

The desperate little, “Cindy, you got any idea what happened?”

She took another drag.

Oh, sugar.

I got a pretty good idea.