Indeed.

*he sets the pot to start and turns around, unsure of how to explain*

Things happen here. Things that even I can't explain. This week we were being chased by some sort of creature that can only move when nothing is looking at it. The week before we were haunted by ghosts. And before that I'd lost my power entirely for the week. It was...unsettling.

*he'd spent at least a day huddled in his shower cause the sound of the water running was better than the overwhelming silence of being alone. 'Unsettling'.*