The Universe's Mixer

She didn't even know how long she'd been out ill. Long enough for her to be hopelessly addicted to soaps, but not long enough for her to be wondering what day it was. She'd not yet reached the point of irreversible cabin fever. She still felt poorly enough to want to stay inside, and didn't give a single thought to what badguys out there might be doing with one less cop on the force.

Laying on the couch and watching the soaps, she only wondered where Jake was when her soup was late. Jennifer was totally taking for granted that her cat had telekinetic abilities and could make her soup.

It wasn't a really bad sickness. Just a cold. But everybody feels miserable when they've got a cold, and Jen was no different. She might have been, in fact, worse. Having to take care of the rest of the world as your job meant you got to be extra pathetic when you were will. Didn't it?

"Jake?" she called pathetically. "Jake? I hab no bore tissues. Jake? I need soub."