"That's why you won't do that to me," Cheryl again insists in that haughty tone of hers, determined and full of warning, but, from her, it might as well be a vow between serpents, something like kinship. One Cheryl found very surprising, but was now clinging to.

Jughead asks about the...vision? Ghost? Whatever she saw in the storm, and Cheryl's head lowers.

"It did. It spoke in JJs voice." Her own voice thickens with hurt and disgust. How dare they use JJ like that, against her. Whatever it was. "Told me to follow him." She shakes her head. It led nowhere good.