And thus begins chapter 4. Rather than going out with bangs, I think it’s much more fun to start with one. Gets the blood pumping, the knees shaking, the pupils dilating.

Hrm, that took a Freudian turn.

Come to think of it, she might not be┬ástartled because of Oliver’s sudden and unsolicited greeting flank attack. It’s probably those horrible squidgy things on the end of his arm. Whatever they are, they’ve never been there before. Hey, wait. She has them, too! Oh god, it’s spreading! The horror!