*Catherine fretfully adjusts the blue scarf at her throat as she sits in her darkened living room. Your revelations of the previous day churn conflict in her mind. She crosses her arms beneath her breasts in consternation.* *She calls to you,* I don’t believe it, babe. There is no magic Idol of anything that can have forced me to fall in love with you. It didn’t make me take up nudism and, well, I like sex! Okay? It’s convenient you sent the thing to Antarctica! That’s your only evidence! Did it occur to you that our engagement gave me the strength to follow my desires? Did it occur to you that while you were fooling with your possessed toy I was noticing you and falling in love? *She puts the heels of her hands against her eyes.* Oh, whatever am I to do with you, ya jerk!