Alex had looked away from the girl until the sound of vomiting, at least. Carefully, gently, she held the girl's hair back as she threw up -- remembering her college days all too vividly.

"Are you alright?" she asked gently, and gave Gene a bit of a look for the scotch. "I think she needs water more than--"

And then he spoke, and --

It wasn't possible.

"No," Alex pronounced. "No, it can't be."