Rebecca Lewis: I've read enough YA to know what happens. So, how long is it until I turn?

Simon Lewis: You won't. I promise. You'd have to have died with my blood in your system, then get buried, and then... um... feed as soon as you crawled out of your own grave.

Rebecca Lewis: Oh, Simon... You went through all of that alone? You died?

Simon Lewis: Medically speaking, yeah.

Rebecca Lewis: Well, I guess... all of your sketchy behaviour makes more sense now.