Just when you think you have it figured out, along comes something that confuses the hell out of you. I start to ask if she/he/it wanted something but realized how utterly foolish that was and said nothing. What would be the point? These were unnatural creatures intended on harming any humankind on the edge of despair.

No longer interested in the strange forms, my companion, Sweet Babboo, deserted me. Gave a soft woof meant to convey he’s heading home, with or without me.

I decided I should too before Chance woke up to find me gone and launched into man-splaining mode, giving me one of his lectures on how he could protect me when he didn’t even know I was gone, which I take as an affront. As I’ve told him many times, I don’t need his protection. I could take care of myself. Well, most of the time.

The neon glow along the horizon signals the day was about to begin, consequently giving me just enough time to get home and pretend I’d been there all night.

By the time I walked in the back door, I was a dirty mess. One glance at my discarded clothing and there’d be questions. I stripped quickly in the laundry room, threw my soiled clothing in the washer, hoping to keep them hidden from eagle-eye Chance.

When I entered the bedroom, my heart stepped up a beat. Chance looked so adorable, the light blue sheet covering only his back side. I wanted to jump into bed, wake him and show him how much he meant to me. Instead, I slipped beneath the sheet and curled around him, thoughts of unnaturals gone.