❝ the horror wasn't in the house, br>        it was in his head.❞ norman bates. loyal, loving son. proprietor of the bates motel.
▐ █「 ✩ 」“Sorry, I just arrived here, do you know where the nearest pharmacy is?”
✗ —— ❝Well, uh, there may be one in Fairvale, I believe. That’s about fifteen miles from here, if the weather is good to you.❞ Carefully, casually, he peers out the windows behind her. A smile tugs at his mouth. ❝And it looks like you’re in luck!❞