[ It's not even a theory, so much as a desperate grasp at any kind of logical clue to help save her. Them. But logic is clearly not an element in play here, which makes it impossibly frustrating. The anger and fear courses through her veins, makes her tremble when she breathes.

She makes another bottle of vodka. What else can she do? ]

I guess. I don't know what it had to do with anythin' in the first place. I mean, not that I understand the arcanas much anyway, but they must mean somethin' when we see 'em everywhere, right? [ She takes a drink. ] At least zodiacs make sense. Just have to be born under 'em.