10-03-2015, 08:35 PM
"N-not sure," Cal mumbled, massaging his temples as he did when he became agitated. He glanced at the lasagne. Could it have been contaminated somehow? No, that wasn't possible. He had handled and cooked it personally, and Cal was sure he would have remembered if something had happened to it. Before he could continue speaking, Sean tumbled off his seat and doubled over with a horrible retching sound.