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| *tappetytaptapclicktap* |
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| "And so, Mr. Matthews, that is why I did not attend the conference." |
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| "Yeah, Cocoa, I'd fire me, too. Let's hope he doesn't." |
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| "...ugh...I wish I'd never seen that guy." |
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| *knock knock* "What? I'm not expecting any deliveries..." |
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| *gasp* "What if it's him?" |
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| "What if he followed me home?" |
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| "What if he's like, a serial killer, or the Terminator, or something?" |
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| "OH MY GOD I'M THAT GIRL THAT GETS HUNTED DOWN BY THE TERMINATOR." |
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| "GO AWAY, I PROMISE NOT TO SAVE THE WORLD FROM THE MACHINE APOCALYPSE!" |
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| "Oh this is ridiculous. It's probably just some pizza guy with the wrong door." |
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| "But just in case it isn't...HEY, I AM GOING TO OPEN THE DOOR. I'M ARMED, so DO NOT TRY ANYTHING." |
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| "WHOA AH I SURRENDER!" |
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| Jayda: "Whoah. Hello. Who are you?" |
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| "My name is Bradley. I'm looking for someone, and I think you may have seen him. He's about my height, dressed really strangely...he's not...not from around here. He's a foreigner. I really need to find him before he gets...lost." |
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| Jayda: "What makes you think I've seen anyone strange? I just moved here. Everyone is strange." |
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| Bradley: "Call it a hunch." |
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| Jayda: "Well, I'm sorry. I have no idea where your friend is." |
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| Bradley: "Tell you what. I'm going to take you to lunch tomorrow. Say, that place on Baker Street, around 1:30?" |
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| "I don't know, tomorrow's not really good for me..." |
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| "Mr. Bradley? Excuse me? Hello?" |
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| "Okay, what was that all about?" |
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| "Jayda, what have you gotten yourself involved in?" |
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