There was a memo somewhere about a new person, but St. John must have missed it. He would have sought Tabby out much sooner. As it was, he spent most of his time avoiding Marie-Ange, mostly because he didn't have any idea how to talk to her anymore. Apparently he couldn't without going crazy. It was all her fault.
But Tabitha. There was a sight for sore eyes. Like most of his friends from back in the day, he was sort of worried something bad had happened to them in the past ten years. And yet, as he walked down the hall to his room, he noticed one of the empty rooms was now occupied and a blonde girl lay on the bed. A very familiar blonde girl.
"Bloody hell." He didn't believe his eyes at first, but as he stared from the doorway, he had to admit. This was Tabitha. "Guess the gang's all here."