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What does a bullet getting fired from a gun, a jet breaking the sound barrier, and the speed of light all have in common? All three of these things move slower than Neko’s eyes which immediately snapped away the second she saw the loose sash of Thornton’s robe. 

[color=FFB6C1]“Oh, god!”[/color] cried Neko as she pivoted away from the door, dipped past Jordan, and careened down the steps. She had been worried that a gun was going to be shoved in her face when she knocked, now she wished there was one as well as someone merciful enough to pull the trigger. Neko had been correct about one thing: Blake Thornton was a lonely old man because he was definitely way too excited to have some company. 

She was more thankful than ever that Wyatt had tagged along who quickly covered up the awkwardness with a joke. If it wasn’t for him Neko wouldn’t have been able to pull herself together to focus on the task at hand. Rather, she’d be far more distracted with trying to figure out why the man would even bother coming to the door when his partner sounded like she was currently on the clock. Now she was able to refocus. For her daughter's sake they had to gather some information, although Neko couldn't imagine anything productive was going to come from this now. She certainly wasn't going anywhere closer to that cabin until it aired out.

[color=FFB6C1]“Yes, we’re all very, very sorry,”[/color] said a nervously laughing Neko, hand still shielding her red face from the cabin door as she stumbled through her apology. [color=FFB6C1]“It would really mean the world to us if you could answer some questions but obviously you’re busy. Is there a better time we could come by? Or even just a good contact number?[/color]