Between the Derek stuff
and being ignored by all her dead people, Kitty had pretty much decided to write off this week as a bad one and move on. It was totally that easy, right? Besides, no one had died in the past week and she'd liked the dead people
met, and those were pluses, even if she realized that was stretching it a little. Look, she'd take what she could get, okay?
And when the knock at the door came this morning, Kitty was wary at first. It didn't sound at all like Clint's knock, and she didn't know who else would be at her door, but she didn't count on it being anyone traumatic so she went and opened the door anyway.
And then looked down to see a gremlin, with a towel wrapped around him, who threw down a snorkel
at her feet and then turned to stomp off, feet squishing as he walked down the hall. Why were his feet still squishing? Who knew.
Kitty picked up the snorkel, closed the door, and decided she should take not getting bitten as a plus, too. [You know those things that won't leave your head till you write them out? Can be open if you want.]