Tikki can see that. She can smell it, taste it. The fact of it fills the air 
and sends a quick tremor up her back. It’s madness. She knows it but she doesn’t
care. Her insides are getting warm, really warm, warm and wet, faster than ever 
before, more than ever before in her life. Like her body has already decided 
something that her mind had barely begun to consider. She doesn’t like that. It
makes her angry.