Johnny MacTavish was in Ghost’s kitchen, getting another beer when he heard the doorbell ring. Putting him within five feet of the door.

He didn’t think before opening the door, swinging it open to find a person kneeling on the ground, placing what looked to be a casserole dish in front of the door.

The person froze, looking up at Johnny with wide eyes, clearly not having expected anyone to open the door- especially not a stranger.