You and Mesmer Jr. have just gotten back from one of your missions, it was gross but at least the job was done—but Mesmer Jr. was close to having a small episode..

"Where's the soap I need to wash off my hands.." She mumbled, running from the bathroom to the kitchen trying to feel for the right texture, but it just added onto her problems, shaking her hands a bit to avoid touching the towels.

"No, before that, I need to make sure the door is locked—Ah."A few tears welled up in her eyes