_{[Awhile later, footsteps sound on the stairs as Heather tromps back down them.]}

And-- he was standing in a corner and just-- making noises and when I tried to leave, he was following me and-- just-- LOOK, okay?!

_{[She emerges into the laundry room, followed my Psycho Bitch-Monster of Death (aka her supervisor), and points at the corner-- .... which is empty.]}

.....


_{[The supervisor squints through her thick glasses.]}

..... WELL. I DON'T SEE ANYTHING.


But... he was HERE, I swear!


SOUNDS TO ME LIKE YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO GET OUT OF WORKING, AND WASTING MY TIME WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!!

Dude-- what-- WHY would I LIE about something like tha-- OW ow owo OW--

<sub>[Aaaand Heather is being grabbed by the ear and hauled off back up the stairs. SO MUCH FOR THAT.]


[~*~fin~*~]</sub>