This was horrible. Maybe Jasper should turn around and walk right back out, and by the time he came slinking back home she would be gone as mysteriously as she arrived. But what if something had happened? Mr. Stark was guaranteed to cause the kind of problem that would lead to finding Ms. Potts in his bed, probably. With a shallow, preparatory breath, Jasper slipped across the room to gently tug the afghan from the top of his closet, whump, then went creaking back toward the bedroom door to set himself up on the couch and wait.