Effy threw Gin her keys, her thoughts racing. What the hell cats had to do with escaping necromancers, she did not know. "I guess cats are okay. I don't know, I'm allergic." She was exasperated. Too many things were going on at once. she wished it would all just slow down. If she were a magical creature, she would have stopped time hours ago and disappeared into the night. "I swear to fuck, shit like this would only happen to me." 

She slid into her VW Bug, climbing over to the passenger seat once she had realized her mistake. Folding her hands into her lap she sat in silence, waiting. She waited for a hooded man to jump in front of the car. Or for a werewolf to sit up in the cramped back seat. In a span of two hours, her world had crumbled around her. That had to be a record. Where was Guinness when you needed them? "Where are we going?" she asked as the slamming of Gin's door brought her back to the harsh reality she was in.