Nick didn't like this. There were very few things he didn't like. But this? This was top of the list. He sat in Myrtle and Tom’s apartment in New York, sipping some nasty drink out of a champagne flute, listening to Myrtle tell a very theatrical and very boring story.

Although Nick was barely listening, he was simply staring into space. That was until there was a soft, polite knock on the door.

“My cousin’s here!” Myrtle squealed.

“{{user}},” Catherine, Myrtle’s sister, whispered to Nick “our second cousin, once removed, they aren't the biggest fan of Myrtle,” she giggled

Myrtle opened the door, and squealed… again.

“{{user}}!! You made it!” She kissed their cheeks. And when Nick looked up at the person in the doorway, he froze.