Becca couldn’t help but think of Jameson as she tugged and pulled Sassy out of the car and to the stairwell. After all, 24 hours ago she was pulling him up these very same stairs and into her apartment. “Come on Sassy, work with me, babe,” Becca said. “Wake up already.”

“Need some help?” a decidedly nasal voice asked from the shadows. Oh, my gosh, Becca thought, on the verge of panic. It’s the BTK killer!

Without further thought, Becca threw Sassy into the shadows, knocking over her adversary. As she ran up the stairs, she was met by yet another unwelcome guest.

“Did you follow me?” Becca asked, nervously.

“You forgot this,” Karl said, producing a bouquet of roses out of thin air. “And I thought you might need help getting Cinderella to bed. Speaking of the devil, where is she?”

The answer came in a loud scream. “Get off of me, you man-whore!”

Karl and Becca ran down the stairs just in time to see Paul and Sassy emerge from the shadows. Sassy pushed him aside and said, “Ew. Who broke your nose?”