"I don't know if he still has a stomach," April slowly replied, arching an eyebrow. "Which is weird, because he's still got a brain. You can see it, just sort of… floating in there."

Whether or not Timothy could eat or drink wasn't something she'd ever thought about, before, but now she was wondering. Mentally, she added to her to-do list: Ask Donnie if he has to feed the Pulverizer. Like a goldfish.

"So, I'm getting that you're a big advocate for self-medicating," she said. "By continuous past and present tense, are we talking about drugs?"