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To make sure nothing goes wrong, you send a detailed text message to Ruby to inform her about Suan De’s stay. There’s both a lot and not enough things to write, but you manage to stay concise and on-topic, while being reassuring. Ruby promptly responds! She thanks you for informing her and asked you to tell Suan De to feel at home. You say so to Suan De. She looks at you right in the eyes, and without losing eye contact, she takes her shoes off using her feet only. You don’t know what that was about, but maybe she took those words to heart. Anyway, you tell your guest that you’ll be downstairs with some friends, and not to worry about the time of your return. She understands. Bradford Jr. tells you he’s going to make sure Suan De has a good time. You think. You still don't understand what cats say.
Awkwardness aside, you change out of your work clothes to dress (debatably) more casually, and go to Craig’s apartment.
“Yeah! You’re finally back, kid! You in tonight?” Craig opens the door, carrying his usual welcoming grin on his face.
“Of course.” You adjust your glasses trying to act cool. “I invited a new friend over again, hope you don’t mind.”
“When have I ever said no?! As long as it’s not the rest of the police department, it’s all good and dandy!” Craig has a deep belly laugh. “Who are you inviting this time?”
You briefly describe ‘Perfect’ Billy Buonanotte.
“Sounds like a type of thug I beat the shit out of in a dark alley months ago. A real fella if you get me.” Craig approves. That’s oddly specific. “Today’s special. I’m glad you’re joining us, kid. It’s the first one without ‘em.”
“Yeah…” You didn’t think about this being the first one without Osgood and Bradford.
“We gotta do this, or else the bad omen will chase after us like a bad cold. Hell, I tried to get a hold of you for a good while and I couldn’t find you! Where were you?” Craig is curious.
“In another dimension?” You scratch the back of your head. Err, he knows about the flame stuff, so why hide it?
“That’s real rad, kid. I hope you’re joking because I’m sick and tired of multiverse shit.” Craig half-jokingly says.
“Eh, it’s more like time traveling.” You dismiss.
“Like, to medieval times?” Craig wonders. “I have a pal who’s into that stuff. Big history buff.”
“Nah, like 25 years ago.” You calculate again.
“That sounds like shit on a platter.” Craig doesn’t seem fond of past times.
“It was.” You don’t want to see the CotF logo ever again…
