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[Answers phone] Slater, FBI, who's this?

If we're lucky enough, we might catch it while it's out hunting in town.

And if you can't get any of the absorbent stuff, industrial grade rock salt, like they use for the snowplow.

So, you're saying we'll need to pen it in somewhere? [Awesome.] Also, aren't bunyips supposed to just stay in their swamps? [Wikipedia has never failed her before. Except all the times when it has.]

Unless there's something driving it out. Maybe it just got here and hasn't found a good swamp yet, maybe it's still shopping around. Like I said, don't usually see them outside of Australia.

Yeah, well. Didn't you fight an 'okami' a while back? [The word is awkward on her tongue because honestly, who the hell fights okamis in America?] But all that sounds like to me is that there's something bigger here driving it out.

Yeah, I know, and the lamia, and there've been reports of a freakin' Puck around too, don't usually get those out of the Isles.

Things are migrating for some damn reason.

And the weres and Jinn acting strangely, not to mention the vampire activity, and everything else going crazy.

Guess nobody's quite sure what to do with the damn apocalypse being derailed.

Or something about the cage opening has thrown the world out of balance.

Maybe. You doing okay out there?

I'm fine. [Lying has become impossibly easy.] I met up with Dad.

[She says it casually; oh, by the by, my father's back from the grave and we had lunch, nbd.]

[There's silence for a long moment, not even breathing]

With who?

...

Yeah. Uh. [She's got that valiant stranglehold on the emotion in her voice, but Bobby knows her better than almost anybody, and has seen more clearly than anyone what she's been through.] He's back from... from Heaven.

Ah.

[that was all he had to say on the matter, really]

Yeah. [She doesn't have anything else to say: Bobby doesn't need to know about Gabriel, or their attempted angel-roasting party, or any of it. He has enough on his plate as is.

Speaking of which, there's this thing she's been doing where she tries to stop taking him for granted constantly.] How're you, Bobby?

Doing fine. [Though he sounds tired, just a little] Been busy, you know how it goes.

Whatever happened to Rufus?

Turns out they had the wrong guy, if you can believe it. Identity theft is a bitch.

Imagine that.

Well Bobby, I gotta go. I probably interrupted your soaps anyway.

Just surprised I haven't got another call incoming yet. Anyway, take care of yourself, kiddo.

You too. [Click.]

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