"I know. Now that I know--now that I know something can do it--I'll try. I didn't think there was anything I could do, before...."

"Molly, wait! Come on, you like me, don't you?" the Narrator was almost pleading, scarily enough.

"No," Molly said. "I don't. I never have. And I'm going to make you go away." She shook her head again, fingers pressed against her temples. "I've still got some chocolate left...I bet I know someone who can figure out why it did what it did."