I hear crying from the next room over. "Speak of the devil." We end up spending the better half of the evening with the kids before feeding them dinner and putting them to bed. I quietly close the door before sprawling out on the king size bed. "I swear woman you're making my job both harder and easier." "And what's that supposed to mean?" "That I haven't had a case this big in three years." "You're welcome?" "Thanks. Hey, could you do me a favor?" "Does it involve bodily contact?" "It might later." "Then what do you want?" "Order us some room service. I don't care what it is, as long as it's edible." She winks at me. "You got it." She walks off and I hear her pick up the phone, but her conversation is drowned out by the voices in my head. Am I putting Angela in danger by involving her in this all? Is she already in danger? Am I in danger? I start to get a headache from overthinking when I hear a knock on the door. Angela is nowhere to be seen so I get up and open the door. In the hall is a Border Collie with a food cart and a covered silver platter. "Room service for Senna?" "That's me." "Chefs special. Enjoy." She pushes the cart into the room, then leaves down the hallway at a brisk pace. "Odd, I don't remember this hotel using covered platters. Angela, dinner's here!" No response. "Angela!" Still nothing. "Even more odd. I guess I'll be eating by myself. Ahhh, It's like college all over again." I pull off the cover of the platter to see a furry purple butt filling the entire platter. I stand there, stunned, speechless, and kinda disgusted. "Wha-wha-Wat?" Angela crawls out from under the cart and looks at me, laughing hysterically. "I thought you might like that one." "I'm filling that under awful taste, decent execution." "Oh come on, you know you liked it a little bit." "Maybe… But where is the actual room service?" "It should be here in a few minutes." "Good, because I forgot my snacking chips and I'm starving." Sure enough a few minutes later the same Border Collie knocks on the door. "I'll get it this time." She opens the door and pushes the feast inside, thanking the waiter. "Here's our real dinner. Chicken Parmesan." "Ohhhhh, this place makes some of the best I've ever had." We chow down and stuff ourselves before crawling in bed to finally end the eventful day. The next day passes by relatively uneventfully while we all took a sightseeing trip to Denver. At about 3 o'clock that afternoon, I get a call. "Hello?" "Hey, Rich. It's Bill. The house is done." "Already? Jesus. I always forget how fast you work." "What can I say, it's a gift." "Har har Bill." "Hey, they didn't award me best shop worker in high school for nothing." "Whatever you say. Goodbye Bill." "Later Rich." I hang up the phone and join Angela with the kids. "Good news! The house is fixed and we can go home." I reach down and pick up James. "You ready to go home buddy?" "Yeeeaa." "Good, cause I am too." I look down at the twins. "What about you two? Ready to go home?" They stare at me from the floor. "I'll take that blank stare as a yes." Angela laughs. "And what about you?" I trickle her a bit in the side." "Ready to head back to the old cabin?" "Finally. No offense, but your touring skills are terrible." I open my mouth, then close it, with no comment. "C'mon. Let's load up the cars." We pack our things and head home, my parents right on our heels. We pull into the garage as twilight is fading away. I walk upstairs, take my clothes off, and flop on the bed. "What do you think you're doing?" Asks Angela. "Going to sleep. The demon is tired." "Well the demon reeks. You're taking a shower first." "I don't wanna." "I don't care. C'mon." She grabs my leg and drags me into the shower, turing on the cold water. I jump to my feet. "Jesus that's cold!" I rush over shivering and turn up the heat. "Ahhh, much betterrraaAAHHHHH! Toohottoohottoohot!" "Then turn it down dumbass." "Gee, how did it not think of that." Angela rolls her eyes and smiles. "You're not too tired to have some fun are you?" "Nope, definitely too tired." "Oh come on, you're a fox. You're literally the most energetic species I know." "Then you clearly have never met a weasel." "I worked for a weasel actually." "And before you say anymore I'm going to stop this train right here." "Probably for the best." "COMPUTER, set floor water to 63 degrees, set stream to gentle brook, and water level at two feet." "On it Richard." A metallic voice answers. "Wait, this thing is voice activated." "You didn't know? Everything in this house is voice activated. COMPUTER, set salt concentration to 93%." "Setting salt level to 93%." "Why salt?" "You remember learning about the Dead Sea and how the high salt concentration makes you super buoyant?" "No. I never went to school, remember?" "Right. Forgot about that. Anyways, the salt concentration will allow us to float on the water and relax for a while." "Whatever you say foxy." She tries to walk over but ends up awkwardly wading toward me through the rising water level. "If you're still trying to by sexy, it's not working." "Hey, as my husband aren't you supposed to support me?" "Yes, and I'm trying to help you not embarrass yourself." She runs her hands down my torso to my waist. "Getting any better?" "Nope." "Both your front and your back say differently." I grab my tail to stop it from wagging. "Ok, something must be wrong. You're always horny." "Nothing's wrong." She grabs my muzzle. "Tell me you orange bastard." "Jesus. Like I told you nothing's wrong. I'm just not in the mood." "It's me isn't it." "What? No. Why would you say that?" "Maybe because ever since we started working together and all of these people came after me, a-and the trackers, a-" She breaks down in sobs and buries her face in my chest. I rub her head. "Oh you wolves are so emotional." "Don't patronize me." "Whatever pinkie." "It's lilac." "Like I said, whatever pinkie."