Friday With Dracula on our side, nothing can go wrong, right? Right?! Things are slipping, falling apart. I'm not sure how much more of this mess I can take. We're being held together by a thread. The only thing keeping me going is the thought of what lies at the end. Happiness? Peace? Lots and lots of s- Okay, you get the point. But it's all I have pushing me forward. We can do this. We've got this. We are meant to be and nothing...