You can’t do anything else. She’s too nice.
“Well... I have this app on my phone that can change reality, and I was going to use it...on...you...”
She stares at you. It’s clear she doesn’t quite know what to say.
“I-I know I’m crazy. I’m sorry to bother you. I’ll just go home.”
You abandon ship. You can’t do this to Ms. Clinton. You have no reason to mess with her life at all. If anything, you feel an urge to bring her husband back, though deep down you know that isn’t right. You leave her house and go home.