BJ was having the worst day ever. The dream had absolutely terrified her, the warning was even worse, and she'd been constantly burning herself all day. Attempting to retrieve her toast from the toaster in the morning had resulted in a burn, and really, that had just set the tone for the whole day. Somehow her lunch had managed to get so hot that she'd burned all the taste buds in her mouth. Candles around the house had the tendency to just light themselves and fall over. By noon, BJ was 100% unwilling to be in the house alone if Ryan was not there. He was her fiery bodyguard, and if he went to the strip-club to work that night, by God she was gonna go with him. In the meantime she'd taken to her bathroom, crying in the bathtub in-between calling more handymen. She wasn't even the sort of person who liked baths, but at the moment it was the only place where she felt safe.
When her phone actually rang between her calls, she actually screamed. She had to get another bout of sobbing under control before she actually answered. And then she nearly dropped the phone into the water.
She listened to the man ramble, and that voice! She knew that voice! Her jaw was hanging open by the time she finished, and it took a moment for her to find her voice. When she finally managed to speak, it was barely above a whisper. "...You have two little girls, right? Are they okay?" She hated the idea of him somehow burning them.