When Woodcrater barged into her room, I knew something was up. She didn't even tell at me for cuddling Soi Been. I picked up the chihuahua and carried him over, knocking on her door. I could hear her crying from inside.

"Go away!" She cried harder. "Leave me alone!"

I came in anyway, setting the dog on the ground. I sat next to her on the bed.

"Ask her what's wrong." Alex told me.

"Woodie, what's wrong?" I asked. Woodie looked up at me, eyes red from her tears.

"Can I trust you?" She stared at me. "Will you not tell a single soul? Not anyone?"

I didn't need my fish to tell me. "Of course."

Woodie started crying again, burying her face in my shirt.

"I was about to get hit by a- and he was so cute- we were at a park- my pants- and a guy came- I ran and ran-" she sputtered.

"Calm down, Woodie. Now, what happened?"

"Do- do you know a Francis?"

My face went pale. "Yes."

"Are you friends?"

I held my breath. "No."

"Good! Because he actually saved my life then expected me to fu- have sex with him, and I declined, and started to force my pants off, and this tall guy came around right on time and saved me."

I almost screamed. "What did the man who saved you look like?"

"Tall, blonde, I think, muscular. He had yellow paint on his neck and in his hair."

I smiled to myself, and Carmen yelled at me.

"Isn't that Mr. Tuesday?!"

I nod. 

"Yeah," I say. "That's Mr. Tuesday."