"A sentient island, now that'd be somethin'," Sookie shook her head, somewhat in disbelief at the fact that she considered it a viable possibility at all, having seen as much on the island as she did. "It's definitely not somethin' we can rule out. Or maybe it's Purgatory, or Limbo, or... I mean, you're right in that the things it does just seem so much like someone tuggin' at the puppet strings that it can't all be chance."

Feeling her stomach churn at the very thought, Sookie sat up more in her seat, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table, peering at Anatoly. "Okay, so movin' on to less creepy topics... I never did get to hear who or what it was that has you cleanin' up all nice these days."