A chat.

"So, Andrew," Pat said as she settled into an easy chair in the lavish living room. All of the walls were adorned with golem-related artwork and curios. "I think we should have a little talk."

Andrew stood defiantly, his arms still pinned behind him by the motionless golem. "It'd be easier to talk if I wasn't restrained."

"Oh, are you uncomfortable?" she asked. "Let me take care of that. Adam, put him on that chair and keep him in position two."

The golem brusquely marched Andrew across the room and shoved him into the chair. Before he could react the golem was standing behind him with its hands on either side of his head. He experimentally turned his head and found that the golem wasn't restraining him, but it wasn't going to let go of his head either. The phone buzzed and Pat looked at it briefly before putting it aside and turning back to her captive.

"There you go," she said. "Now you have a little more freedom of movement. Of course, one word from me and Adam pops your head like a grape tomato."

Andrew groaned miserably and she continued. "You know, you really could have at least learned my full name before you came to my house to fuck me. I'm Patricia Chambers, the wife of Dr. Cecil Chambers. I already know your name, of course. What I don't know is where my fucking husband is, and I was hoping you or your friend could tell me."

"I don't know," he whined. "I have no idea. I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Alright, let's start with the basics," she said disappointedly. "Are you a golem? Or, rather, can you admit that you're a golem?"

"What? No! I'm not a fucking golem!"

"Of course," she said. "Is your friend Madison a golem?"

"What does she have to do with this?" he asked angrily. Pat nodded and the thing's grip increased very slightly.

"That's an excellent question as well, Andrew. What does she have to do with this? And don't tell me she's not a golem, because I know she is."

"How?" Andrew spat. "How could you possibly-"

"Because my husband and I are honest people," she said. "I know you and your pet golem can't understand that, but we're open with each other. When he told me that he found out that a student was a golem and he was going to investigate, I trusted him. When he said he would bring her to your apartment to sort everything out, I knew he would. And when he said he would come back, well..."

Andrew's eyes fell and she sneered. "That's right. You thought nobody in the world would miss Cecil. But I fucking love him, Andrew, and here's a little more honesty for you: I'm going to do whatever I need to get him back or avenge him. And let's hope he's alive for both of our sakes, because that vengeance will be-"

Pat was interrupted by the a knock on the door. She stood and put on a chipper grin. "Ah, company's here! Adam, take him to the room upstairs."

Andrew snarled and screamed as the golem hauled him off. Pat ignored him and went to open the door.