Elaine Acts Strange

"Sorry!" Elaine shouts. "That's mine!"

"Oh, okay." You muttered as Elaine snatched the toy gun away and started to marvel at it. "Mind telling me why you put my address on it though?"

"Oh, uh..." Elaine muttered as she continued to stare at the toy gun. "I guess I entered the address in wrong. Or something."

"Okaaaay..."

"Yeah..."

"Anyway, what exactly is it? If you don't mind me asking?" You asked as Elaine showed no signs of having her attention taken away.

"Hm? Oh, it's a present." Elaine said unconvincingly.

"Oh. You have a nephew or something?" You asked as Elaine formed a mischievous grin.

"No, no. It's for myself. Treating myself, you know?" Elaine answered as she aimed the gun at her arm and clicked the trigger. "Thanks, by the way." Elaine said with a smile as she aimed it at you, and clicked the trigger again...

"Everything alright there?" A voice asked suddenly. "You opened the door and collapsed."

"Huh? I did?" You muttered as you looked around. Elaine was standing over you, in the living room of your apartment. "I thought..."

"Thought what?" Elaine asked with an innocent grin. "You let me in to use your bathroom. Then you ran out, came back in around an hour later, and collapsed."

"I did?" You muttered as you sat up and rubbed your head. "I don't remember anything... After you shot me with that toy gun thing."

Elaine suddenly looked guilty. "But nothing after?" She asked after a few moments.

"No. Do you know something?" You asked as a bead of sweat rolled down Elaine's face.

Elaine gulped. "Well... The truth is..."