Location

"They kept harassing me, so I gave them your location," Regina whispered at the diner, and Freddie began to panic instantly. "No, no, not your REAL location," she clarified, "this was a total danger-cabin-in-the-haunted-woods redirect. Think of it like rehab; if they come back at all, they'll come back changed." "Wait," Freddie responded, "like ... an "Evil Dead" thing? You know a place like that?" "Honey," Regina smirked. "HONEEEEY. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't know a place like that?" Freddie stared open-mouthed at Regina, who sighed contentedly and cut off a sliver of steak with her nails.