That's not true. This, right here, with Will doesn't seem like a smart idea, but she doesn't say that. Instead, she smiles teasingly and kisses him on the lips. "I only do great things," she says in agreement. Just then her cellphone rings from in her bedroom. She pats his shoulder to move so she can go around him.

"Lemme take this. You continue doing whatever it is you're doing in my kitchen," she says, taking her wine on the way out. When she picks up the call and it's Corrine Flynn on the other end, she shuts the bedroom door too and escapes to her balcony. Their conversation is short and to the point. Not exactly friendly but not altogether rude. Corrine thinks she's done Trina favor, but when she hangs up the phone and reenters her apartment, she's just confused.

Harpy Bay? Sea witches? Sold hearts? How is she suppose to respond to this? Eventually after taking a couple minutes to think, she rejoins Will in the kitchen. This time she gives him a hard scrutinizing look trying to judge any differences in his behavior. She decides to just be direct in her questioning. She is a reporter after all.

"Will," she says, taking a seat on one of the barstools. "I just got an call. From Corrine. What happened today?"