"Did you do it to anyone else?" Quill asked Sorrow.
"Maybe."
"Fuck, what is wrong with you?"
"They needed some change in their lives, okay? It was just a suggestion here and there."
"Who did you change?"
"Some guy in a bow-tie and a little girl."
Quill shook her head. "Just don't do it to anyone else, okay?"
"Sure," Sorrow said, but she didn't really mean it.
Meanwhile, Molly Stevens (the little girl Sorrow mentioned) was back in her house, but still playing with her dollies. The front door opened and her father walked in. Upon seeing him, Sorrow's suggestion kicked in and Molly dropped her toys and ran over to him.
"Hey, princess. What's up?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Hi, Daddy. I saw Mommy playing naked tickle monster with the mailman. Can I do that too? It looks fun."
"What? What did you say?" he asked. Did his daughter just say what he thought she said?
"Naked tickle monster."
Her father suddenly grew angry.
"Daddy? What's ..."
"Stay here, honey," he said, then marched into the backyard. Molly's mother was usually outside doing yard work and gardening this time of morning.
About half a minute after her father left the house, the phone suddenly rang. With no one else around to answer it, Molly picked it up herself.
"Hello?"
"Molly?" an unfamiliar voice asked over the phone.
"Yes?"
"This is Tom. We got ourselves a gig tonight at the Nova. But I don't know where that is. You're more familiar with this town than me, since you grew up here. In fact, that's why we chose this town, if you remember. So, where is it?"
Molly was at a loss. She had no idea what this Tom person was talking about.
"Uh ... I don't know," she finally answered.
"Well, perhaps its a new establishment then." Tom paused. "Well, as soon as I figure out where it is, I'll give you a call. Kay? I can't very well do a show without my keyboardist, can I?" Then the phone call ended.
Molly put down the phone, then went back to her dollies. But for some reason, she wasn't really that interested in them anymore. Instead, she headed for the front door. She felt like taking a walk.
And as she left, she heard the muffled sound of yelling coming from somewhere nearby, perhaps the backyard of this house. But she wasn't really all that concerned with it.
