Swann is blissfully unaware of anything being amiss, at least any more than usual. The holidays already have her starting to wind up with happy stress, and she's puttering around in her kitchen, making lists and sitting at the big marble island, working on what's going to be a huge turkey made of fruits and leaves and flowers.

She looks up when Jason comes in, smiling and holding a squash nearly as big as her head. "Hi baby, how are you?"