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I heard a splash and like a switch my brain switched gears. My eyes dried and I rose my head like an animal listening for prey.

[color=9D36FF]“What was that?”[/color] I said turning to Gratia and putting a hand on C’est La Vie. 

A loud crack resounded through the room as I immediately got up and began walking towards the door. The handbag I was holding liquefying and solidifying once more, this time in the shape of a spear. I pushed my door open  hard and walked towards the room. The door was open and I saw someone go into it as I peered in.

Huh?

Jer and Luke?

What would Jericho and Luke be doing together in a room with lound noises coming out of-

[i]Did I catch them.[/i]

[i]Am I a pervert?[/i]

Jer was holding his side, blood seeping out from between his fingers at a reassuringly slow pace. And yet, bleeding from one’s side was never too reassuring to begin with.

I guess I didn’t catch them.

[color=9D36FF]“What’s going on here?”[/color] I said shifting my spear back into its handbag form and retrieving from it my sewing kit. I sat on the bed and patted the space I left beside me instructing Jericho where to sit.