{7.8} 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙰 𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 3

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CABIN

Sam wakes up, He tries to move but he looks and sees he's tied to a bed.

"Sam, do you feel concussion-y? How many fingers am I holding up?" Becky Asks

"Where am I? What the hell's going on?" Sam Says

"Sam... Just calm down." Becky Says

"Calm down?! You hogtied me t– Becky, why – why am I not wearing any pants?" Sam Asks

"They're very constricting." Sam groans. "Don't worry. I didn't do anything weird. I was helping." Becky Says

"Let me go. Now!" Sam Says

"Are you thirsty? Or do you need a bottle... to, you know, tinkle? It's okay if you do. I can help." Becky Says

Sam groans again, Something beeps.

"Finally!" Becky Says Then hurries to her laptop in the next room.

"Wait. What? Wait. Becky? Becky. Hey, hey, don't! Don't! Becky!" Sam Says

The laptop says "Establishing Connection" and then Guy's face appears on the screen.

"Where have you been?" Becky Asks

"I got your messages. Problem?" Guy Says

Sam can see the screen and hear the conversation from the bed.

"Big problem. I'm at my parents' cabin. I've got Sam tied to a bed. I'm out of elixir. I need a refill, okay? This isn't the honeymoon I had in mind. Well, some of it is, but not in this context. And is it just me, or is this stuff wearing off faster and faster?" Becky Says

"Becky...breathe." Guy Says

"Do you know we haven't even consummated our marriage? We were taking it slow 'cause true love is forever, but everything just feels weird now." Becky Says

"All right. Meet me in an hour." Guy Says

Becky ends the call and goes back into the bedroom.

"So you dosed me with a love potion." Sam Says

"How—" Becky Says

"Thin walls." Sam Says

"Look... Yes, I used a social lubricant to—" Becky Says

"You roofied me!" Sam Says

"A roofie? I'd never. We had a great time together. You were happy." Becky Says

"Oh, yeah." He tugs at one of the ropes binding his wrists. "I'm thrilled." Sam Says

"I have to go." Becky Says

"You know your pal Guy is the one icing all those people, right?" Sam Says

"No, he's not." Becky Says

"Oh, so he's not a witch?" Sam Asks

"No. He's just a Wiccan. Wiccans are good, like Glinda of Oz." Becky Says

"You're not this stupid, Becky." Sam Says

"Whatever is killing people... it's something else." Becky Says

"It's never something else. When are there ever two crazy things in town at the same time? Guy's the creep, and you're on his list." Sam Says

"No. He's my friend." Becky Says

"No, he's your dealer. Look, I don't know how much he's charging you for that Spanish Fly—" Sam Says

"Nothing! He gives it to me and he said it wouldn't even work unless you already loved me, deep down. It just activates it." Becky Says

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