There were kids. Everywhere.

None of them had flung themselves at Jill yelling, "MOMMY!" or worse, "DADDY!" yet, so Jill was beginning to suspect she had escaped unscathed, and realized that this was an excellent opportunity to make a buck.

A sign outside the the open door to room 417 announced:

Experienced babysitter for hire ( Read more... )

So, there was weirdness going on outside. Again. Luckily, Jill had an Action Plan! It was pretty much her usual plan for when there was weirdness. Repress Deny Avoid hadn't worked out so well, but Avoid still worked fine, as far as she could tell. She'd given brief though to duct taping around the windows, but ultimately decided that might be ( Read more... )

Jack was, he had to admit, a little surprised to be waking up this particular Wednesday. According to Jill's wall calendar, with its little blue hatchmarks for projected Jacktime and purple Xes marking time, he was eleven days early. "Whoa," he mumbled, then flopped back on the bed, debating whether he wanted to get up. It wasn't like he had a ( Read more... )

One minute Jill was sitting at her desk, trying to write a 'Dear Jack' letter and not really coming up with anything past 'Seriously DO NOT cut my hair.' This was hard.

The next there was no Jill.

There was, however, a very nice potted geranium sitting on the desk.

It hoped someone thought to water it.