“Mack, what the hell happened here?”

“See, Carlie woke up… Found one of my knives… So I was teaching her how to use one, when Tim came in, tackled her, and just… Well, started lickng her. Can I put him in a cage?”

At this point I interrupted.

“Please, do. I don’t want to have to deal with that every time I wake up.” And next time I wake up, I won’t have been sleeping in some dude’s bed, regardless of whether he was sleeping on it with me or not.

Jason contemplated this, but while he was, I was attacked again.

“AAHHch—”

I couldn’t breath. Why couldn’t I breath?

“Uh, Amy… I think you’re choking her…”

“Carlie, Imissedyousomuchyouwereoutforlikeaweekneverdothatagainyouscaredmesomuch!!”

I blinked. “Wait, what?”

“NevermindthatI’msoexcitedyouhavetocomemeether!”

“Huh?”

“COMEON!”

At that, I was dragged off the floor and past Jason, who was holding Tim by the ear, and Mack, who was looking for a clean shirt. The hall, the stairs… Everything flew by. Then I was in the kitchen. “Stay here!”