Jameson tried to call Prandi back, but it went directly to voice mail. What was going on? His perfect day had spontaneously combusted leaving behind only death and pestilence. “I’ve got to find Paul,” Jameson thought aloud.

“You won’t have to look far,” Paul said, walking in on cue. Jameson did a double-take.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“You know those bumper stickers that say ‘shit happens’? They should say ‘shit happens when you forget Becca’s name’.”

Jameson laughed. “Becca broke your nose?”

Paul nodded.

“That’s interesting ‘cause Sassy just snuck into my room and ordered me to give Becca another shot. She must be able to pick locks or something. I know I locked the door.”

Paul was suddenly very quiet. Jameson studied his friend closely. There’s no way. Sassy would sooner murder Paul than ask him for a favor. Right?

“Paul?”

“I’m kinda sorta dating Sassy now,” Paul blurted out. “And she made me let her in.”

“Where is my best friend and what did you do to him?” Jameson asked.