For some unknown reason, I started carrying around that ring Miss Sunshine gave me. The silver one with thorn etchings on it. Not wearing it, just kinda keeping it with me. In my pocket. What I noticed was that, over the next couple of days, my mood steadily declined. What I had attributed to a lack of sunshine (ha) was really that god-forsaken ring leaching off my soul. It took a great deal of effort to let go of it, but I put it in a sock at the bottom of said sock's drawer. I need to find a wishing well.