By this point in time, Bond was convinced that either his office was cursed, or the gremlins were deliberately breaking his heater every time Parent's Weekend rolled around. He figured that in this place, either option was equally likely ( Read more... )

Bond's office heating had broken for the umpteenth time. Really, he was starting to just expect this to happen at the worst possible times.

Hopefully he'd be able to get it fixed before tomorrow and any guests would decide to postpone visiting until then, but he had a responsibility to be here regardless.

[Open.]