Chloe He came back again last night and tore me like paper. He opened me like a flower of pain, and it felt good. He sank into me and set me on fire, like he always does. Made me burn from the inside out. Miranda How did you know it was the devil? Chloe You have no idea how it feels not to be trusted. Miranda You've got to trust me too, Chloe. Chloe You can't trust someone who thinks you're crazy. Miranda I'm not deluded, Pete. I'm possessed Pete I don't believe in ghosts. Miranda Neither do I. But they believe in me.