She would laugh and grin while sipping a martini, encouraging your pumpkin fantasy. Go ahead, she would say, confess your love. You would, but it's not the time. It's time to be fast and get everyone into the medium. At any other time she would be giggling about how silly you were for not saying anything, but she would understand. She's busy fighting the drones too. You almost worry, but you know she's alright, they're alright, he's alright. You don't know if you'll be alright, but you can hope. He is your hope, after all. Soon you'll be all together, most of you wearing pajamas. Roxy would laugh about them, but you know she'll love them. You almost wonder if Jake will like yours, though now might not be a good time to ask, he did just kiss your decapitated head.