I've got some explaining to do, I know that. I mean, I'd have questions if I were in their position, too. The problem is I don't have any answers for them, and I seem to be unable to keep things to myself when I'm around them, which means I, of course, shared, and now they're panicking about how many times I've died. Silly men. It's not like it's a big deal or anything. Oh wait, it is.

Then there's Winston and the spirit guides; I don't even know where to start with them.

The building tension between the guys and me is just another complication that adds a bit more excitement to my suddenly even more complicated life.

We've still got to figure out what's happening to the supes, I promised Navy, after all!

Oh, and figure out why the people I worked for killed me and who they were talking about.

So, not much to do! Who am I kidding? I need a snack and a nap just thinking about it!

Contains mature themes.