With that, she sank to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest and grinding her knuckles into her forehead, trying to make some sense out of this terrible, horrible, no-good very bad day.

I don't have any plugs. That was stupid. Humans couldn't be plugged into things. You're not plugged into me.

Then what, exactly, was he, and how did he get there? She needed to figure out a few things.

Are you only in my head? Where's your body?