Artie, Pete, and Myka sat down at the table. "So, what's it going to be, Artie?"
"You're going to Canada."
"I think my aunt lives in Calgary... is the case in Western Canada?"
"No, it's near Ontario. And even if it was in Calgary, you wouldn't visit your aunt unless she's been affected by an artifact, which hopefully will not happen!"
Myka sighed. "What's the case, then?"
"Actually, there are three seemingly separate cases. A teenage fiddle player suddenly smashed his instument into the wall while on stage, an old lady who wrote... I think it was "FRAKK", on a hospital wall, and a nun who jumped out a third-story church window. But I think they were caused by the same artifact. The strange thing was that each of them reported they knew what they were doing, but couldn't stop themselves."
"Something in the water, maybe?"
"Not sure. It may also be fungal, parasitic, humanoid, place-based, wooden, electronic, isotonic, or even orgiastic."
"Tell me more about the orgiastic ones," Pete asked with a highly immature grin on his face.
"No."
"Can we take your car? Mine broke down, and Mrs. Frederic keeps hiding in Pete's car."
"Did she say why?"
"No, I think she does it just to be... well, just to be herself."
Artie sighed. "Fine. Just don't go over 35 miles and hour, don't eat or drink anywhere near it, don't turn the radio on, don't drive it..." Artie was going to go on, but Myka and Pete had already snuck out while on his rant.
