Elizabeth, Babysitter of Said Funny Cat
I know, I know. My brain isn't...all that there lately. But I need to make a better effort to stay in touch. Otherwise I'll go mad in my own head.
Oh. Yeah. We met in Chicago. I was equivalent to an angry stay cat with rabies and Neal helped me with some bounty hunters hot on my trail. We bonded marvelously, then went separate ways. Funny how he ended up here, too. I wish I was able to keep in touch with him after that entire thing, but...you know. Danger and all.
Anything you want, by the way?
You should. Maybe get back in the dating scene! A little harmless nookie? Just...if you do it on my bed, I don't want to know, but just clean the sheets at least.