wait, what? (arrival, ota)
Penelope Garcia sighed loudly with a huff at her desk. It wasn’t often she found herself in a foul mood, but she felt cranky. Yes, cranky was a good word for it. Why did the boy have to go and take things to another level? Things were good just the way they were, right? He always needed more. Kevin was absolutely the woman in this relationship, which was confusing for her because she was very much woman…. That line of thinking made her sigh again. She did a Google Image search for baby pandas which almost always cheered her up. But this was one of those almost times when it just wasn’t happening.
She grabbed her phone and nearly pressed the speed dial for Morgan. He could make this better. He’d call her baby girl, have a good flirt, and things would be normal. But she looked at the clock. It was a bizarre, late hour of the morning, and he was probably asleep. She sighed, again. She best let her handsome man sleep otherwise her cranky would be contagious, and he would be in no mood to play in the morning.
“Alright, my darlings, how about an overnight de-frag? That makes all of us feel a little better and run a little faster,” she said to her computers, typing at her usual fast pace. With her computers set up, she locked them and grabbed her purse. Her kitten heels tapped against the floor as she walked, and she flicked out the lights. She walked out of her lab to what she believed to be the same, old hallway she walked down every day.
But it wasn’t. She blinked at what should have been the hallway because now it was a street. “Whoa, P.G., this is one of those times where Morgan would say his baby girl be tripping….” She turned to retreat back into her lab, but the walls of the building were gone somehow. She saw the village ahead and swallowed thickly. “Okay, isolated village that appeared out of nowhere. Please, oh please, tell me this isn’t some weird serial killer dream sequence…”
She grabbed her phone and nearly pressed the speed dial for Morgan. He could make this better. He’d call her baby girl, have a good flirt, and things would be normal. But she looked at the clock. It was a bizarre, late hour of the morning, and he was probably asleep. She sighed, again. She best let her handsome man sleep otherwise her cranky would be contagious, and he would be in no mood to play in the morning.
“Alright, my darlings, how about an overnight de-frag? That makes all of us feel a little better and run a little faster,” she said to her computers, typing at her usual fast pace. With her computers set up, she locked them and grabbed her purse. Her kitten heels tapped against the floor as she walked, and she flicked out the lights. She walked out of her lab to what she believed to be the same, old hallway she walked down every day.
But it wasn’t. She blinked at what should have been the hallway because now it was a street. “Whoa, P.G., this is one of those times where Morgan would say his baby girl be tripping….” She turned to retreat back into her lab, but the walls of the building were gone somehow. She saw the village ahead and swallowed thickly. “Okay, isolated village that appeared out of nowhere. Please, oh please, tell me this isn’t some weird serial killer dream sequence…”