"30 Minutes in Heaviside Layer!" Cassandra, the hostess, said. She brought around a hat with different numbers to the queens, then the toms. Seven. You thought to yourself. "Does everyone have a number? Yes? Good. Who has number 14?" Cassie asked us. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer stepped forward. "Huh. That worked out noicely," Rumpleteazer mentioned. "There's a bunch of closets in that hallway. Go ahead and choose one," Cassie told them. They walked out of the room, and she called off another number, eight. So close. Coricopat and Tantomile stood up. "Another perfect match," They said at the same time, somewhat creepily. They walked out too. "7?" I stood and stepped out of the crowd of queens, and looked over to see Alonzo staring back at me. "Um, hi," I said. He smiled that gorgeous smile of his in response. He half-turned, still looking at me. I hesitantly followed him into the corridor. He found a door slightly ajar and opened it for me, but not before pressing his ear to the door of each occupied closet and laughing at the results he found. "Ladies first," He said, gesturing to the door. He is such a gentleman. I quickly went in and walked around, trying not to catch his eye. I glanced at him to find him staring at me, and he gave me a nervous smile. I crossed the closet, but as I did so, my tail accidentally brushed his body and I heard him shiver.