"Good grief," she muttered, her world plunging back into darkness.

"I just wanted to go for a run."

“What the hell are you thinking?!" Heda said as she got closer. She eyeballed Mr. Hannity for a second, but he was secondary at the moment.

"You do realize that there's a freak-job out there kidnapping shifters, and you decide to go for a moonlit stroll? At night? By yourself?!"

"That was rather foolish," Mr. Hannity agreed.

"SCREW . . . YOU!" she said in two discrete and very clear vocalizations.

"Both of you! You too!"

Billy scrunched his eyes.

"What did I do?"

“I'm sure you did something," she mumbled.

"I'm sorry for interrupting," Heda told Mr. Hannity.

"It's just well we had --" She turned back to Madison.

"Are you completely out of your mind?"

"And we're back to that," Madison said.

"Hey, I want to run. Hey, here's an idea! Mr. Hannity, why don't you stalk Heda? Billy, you can dazzle them both with your wit. I'm going to keep running and —

-" She heard a long, slow creak, so she scanned the area. ALL three of them had sat down on the bench and were just staring at her.

"You are not seriously planning on --"

"Yep," Heda said. She got on the phone to tell her housemates that the wayward soul had been found.

“This is stalking! I mean it!"

“I'm sure you do," Billy replied.

Before she could even open her mouth, William Hannity crossed his leg over his knee.

"I'm not leaving until we can come to some kind of terms."

Madison threw up her hands and took off running. Unfortunately, she severely underestimated the amount of energy required to run several miles in a circle versus watching someone run several miles in a circle, especially since she had been running for a bit before Mr. Hannity showed up. Finally, she stopped in front of their bench, putting her hands on her knees and gasping for breath.

"Fine," she wheezed.