Annoying ringing filled the room. The Musician glanced up from sharpening her hunting knife, her green eyes flickering to her laptop. A small, rare smile adorned her face as she saw her friend, Jarrett, AKA The Dream Catcher, was calling her on Skype. They had been pen pals for about a year now, ever since Slender Dick sent her on a mission in England with the Three Terrors. Instead of killing this gardener, Musician found him to be one of the very few people she could stand. They talked on a regular basis, but when she was sent on one of those bothersome missions, they wouldn’t speak until she returned to the safety of her home. With that memory in mind, she pressed the green button.
“Good morning, Cassia!” the Brit exclaimed happily. Musician smiled and waved, the knife still in her hand.
“And a good evening to you, too, Jarrett. How’s England this evening?” Musician placed her knife on her desk before pulling her gray laptop onto her bed. She cros