As if life doesn’t already hand out enough reasons to be anxious, Victoria here practically moonlights as a one-woman anxiety generator, always ready to top up the dread tank with a fresh batch of cryptic summer behaviors. This is precisely why most people try to postpone their worries, tackling one disaster at a time: save mortgage panic for your thirties, leave pension hand-wringing for the remote days of middle age, and reserve relationship drama for a time when at least one of you owns a houseplant. Our guy seems to have this approach nailed down, cruising through the college long-distance thing with admirable detachment, until Victoria insists on resurrecting the plot of a late 90s horror classic with one suspiciously loaded summer.