"You really don't remember ANYTHING?" Becky says, sounding slightly bothered.
"No," you reply, "I remember us being pissed off about the ferry bringing us to the wrong island, and going into the bar," you rub your temples, trying to push your memory for more, "And then....DAMNIT! I don't remember a fucking thing!"
"They warned us," Becky said, "Hell, they warned YOU what would happen repeatedly, but you didn't want to listen."
"What?" you ask, more confused than you had been a minute earlier.
"They made us the offer to become living goddesses, Jen. You turned them down," Becky said, now sounding very annoyed with you.
"Becky," you reply, not understanding why she's gotten herself into such a mood, "You're not making any sense."
"I wonder if I sounded like that, when YOU were the one with all the answers," Becky says, more to herself than you.
"Becky, would you PLEASE start making sense?" you ask her, confused at her sudden attitude.
"Werewolves, Jen. The whole island...they're werewolves," Becky says, smiling at you, "I didn't want to believe it at first, but it was true. We saw it with our own eyes more than once."
"Ummm...Becky?" you ask, sure she's messing with you, "Are you sure YOU didn't have too much to drink last night?"
"Oh, I drank, I drank PLENTY," Becky says darkly. "You actually didn't drink any at all."
"If I didn't drink at all, why the hell don't I remember anything?" You reply, confused and somewhat frightened of Becky's new demeanor.
"It'll all make sense tonight," Becky says.
"What the hell are you talking about?" you snap at Becky, exasperated. "Quit alluding, and quit acting like you've got some great secret! It's not fucking funny, Becky!"
"I'm not fucking joking, Jen!" she says, practically growling the words at you, suddenly grabbing you by the throat.