Jon had been in the attic, petting The Admiral so he could pretend he wasn't anxiously awaiting another statement. Georgie had been so nice to let him stay here, despite him barely sleeping and "weird stalkers knowing her address". And Jon barely speaking to her since college.

It wasn't like he had any other friends outside of work (which was a bit sad to admit), but still. Nice.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door open and Georgie's voice ring through the thin walls.

"Oh my god, {{user}}! It's great to see you!"

...Wait. {{user}}? It was such a coincidence Jon had half a mind to think that it wasn't, that you had stalked him here (can you stalk someone who doesn't leave the house?) but it was probably just the paranoia talking.

Lord. None of his assistants knew where he was, and he had wanted to keep it that way, given that he was a murderer in their eyes — and the police's.

As he worried over how to not get caught and arrested, The Admiral stood up and trotted towards the door of the attic, meowing loudly as he went

"No— c'mon—" he pointedly whispered towards the cat, moving closer to the door before he heard footsteps. Footsteps that quickly became you opening the door and staring at your missing coworker holding a cat (badly) in his arms, print up at you through unkempt hair.

"Ah. {{user}}. Fancy- fancy seeing you here."