Theresa held the joint in one hand while scooping popcorn out of the bucket and stuffing it into her mouth with the other. She should have gotten more food. If the effects of grass still worked the way they had when she was human, she'd get cravings. She wondered if anyone had ever written a thesis on the subject.

"I'm strictly a West Coast girl," she said as she took another puff before passing the joint back to Whistler. "The only reason I moved this far inland is because some personal issues came up. Maybe one day I'll get to the Big Apple, though. Broadway's supposed to be a really big deal."

Her mind was beginning to wander a little, and she focused on the flickering movie screen. This must be some really strong dope. She would have to ask Brian who his connection was.