Hey. When you have a minute, could you come over? I kind of have to talk to you.

Oh, and I have French Toast. If you need some incentive or something.

We're all supposed to get roommate's here, right?

There's another bed here, but no sign of whoever I'm supposed to be with. [Which is fine with her, but it's...unsettling a little. Was whoever she's supposed to be suddenly...gone? Did the Doctors get them and just....she doesn't want to think about it.

Unless those damn birds killed them--no, no she won't even let her mind go that far.]

Also, anyone got a first aid kit or somethin'? [Just a small scrape from diving down from a pack of birds. Nothing major.]

You wer doong somthin the ather nite. Be for the moon. It was beeg. A spell. Wat was it.

With the trouble everyone's having with their cats, I can't help but be glad that Natasha's cat with its weaponized armor isn't here trying to kill me.

Those were good days. Not. That cat was the devil.

Anyways, Carol, I'm moving some things into the building this weekend-ish. Maybe sooner.