Who: Gabe and Jon Where: Gabe's office When: Saturday morning What: double, double toil and trouble?
It was really kind of dark down in the basement and there's a moment when Jon's decided that wandering down in the bowels of the castle maybe wasn't such a good idea, even it it was for a good cause (hopefully). That thought's confirmed half a second later, when something brushed against his leg. Half a second later after that, Tom's wet nose made a smear across Jon's palm and had him shouting, "Jesus, Tom, warn a guy!"
Once his heartbeat had settled down, Jon glared down at the dog and said, "Just for that you should tell me where Saporta's office is." Tom huffed and sat down instead. Pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation, Jon tried again, "Tom, come on." The dog settled onto his belly and then flopped over onto his side. Maybe Jon shouldn't have stopped drinking, at least then he'd have a real reason for his headache. A minute later, he finally muttered, "Please." Tom was up and off like a shot before Jon had finished.
He was more than a little out of breath when he rounded the last corner to see Tom sitting in front of a nondescript door. "This is it?" he weezed. Tom yipped and settled back down onto the floor, resting his head on crossed paws. All right then.
Jon raised a hand and knocked on the door. A minute later, when no one answered, he tried again, louder this time. "Saporta? You here?"