Some time later, the door opened an closed as Cara made her way home from work. If she thought about it, it would surprise her how well she was beginning to adjust to her new life -- new job, new home, and new...Colin.
"Colin?" she called out, looking around her apartment. "Are you home?" The townhouse was too small to hide him for long, and he spent more time upstairs and in her room than in his basement. Not finding him immediately, she set down her paper bag on the counter. It contained her dinner, which resembled most people's breakfasts. Before she sat down to eat, however, she disappeared into her bedroom to put on something more comfortable...and more syrup resistant, just in case.