"From the moment we decided to come here on vacation, almost everything we did and every choice we made had already been controlled by someone, like a puppeteer controlling puppets, only their methods were more sophisticated."
Nick pointed at the joint in Kurt's hand. "Your head's clear now, right? Think carefully about everything you've done today, then tell me, when was the old Kurt ever such an asshole?
"Making jokes at your friends' expense without any restraint, constantly flaunting your relationship with Jules in front of us, making every decision on your own."
He pointed at Jules's blond hair. "And you. The Jules I know was never a bitch, much less someone who would dye her hair blond."
Finally, Nick pointed at Dana, but immediately withdrew his finger. "Oh, sorry. I don't think we know each other that well."
Dana managed a smile to show she didn't mind. "You're right. When Martin tried to stop me from reading the Latin, I really wasn't acting like myself. Jules can vouch for that. Normally, I love making fun of brainless horror movie plots."
Kurt slapped his forehead, looking as though he, too, had just woken from a dream.
Only Jules still seemed a little dazed. Though she was holding her boyfriend's arm, her eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Nick, and she occasionally raised a hand to smooth her hair. "But I still think my blond hair looks beautiful."
All four of them turned to look at her, their eyes saying, You're still trying to flirt at a time like this? What's wrong with you?
"I suggest shaving her head. Get inside and block all the doors and windows. If you find any strange vents, block those too. Martin, come with me." Nick beckoned to Martin.
Amid Jules's screams, Kurt