I own nothing. I wish I could come up with something more exciting than that.

I woke up to the loud thrumming of some punk rock band Abby was listening to. It had some rather catchy lyrics and I found myself singing along, much to Rex's dislike. As I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and found myself singing "I need a hunk not junk..." , something delectable smelling came up the stairs. That's my word of the day; delectable.

Grilled cheese sandwiches came up followed by Abby. I reached out to grab one....

"Connor, get your filthy paws off that sandwich!"

Geez, women can be so demanding at times – I just wanted a sandwich.

This was followed by, "Get your own!"

"I don't want to!"

"I'm not giving you one."

"Fine." I plonked down the stairs extra hard to she would feel bad. The kitchen was a mess, result of having a Coelurosauravus and a couple of Diictodon. I weaved my way through the chaos towards the cupboard and got out my ingredients.

Bread and cheese – couldn't be simpler. We have this weird little contraption and I must have some sort of dyslexia exclusive only to this blasted machine.

Once in, I squeezed it shut and I let go to check my fingers – they're purple, of course. Aha! A plan formed in my head that made me smile so hard, my mouth was bound to fall off.

I sat on it. It worked and I sat triumphantly right in front of Abby and ate them, I just hope she doesn't go down to check on the machine. I kind of busted it, while sitting on it, and she is going to kill me if she finds out. So, I stuffed it behind a couple of books.

"ABBY!" I yelled from my bedroom.

"YEP!" Hmmm, sounds like she was in the bathroom.

"There's a really creepy looking guy in a tux with flowers approaching the door!"

"Oh my gosh! Damien's here already!" Footsteps thundered down the stairs along with a glimpse of a red, silk dress.

"Who's Damien?" Abby was already out the door, leaving me bewildered she was dating someone else. We were dating, for goodness sake! Okay, I may not be able to dance, or sing, or cook plus often I say the wrong thing, but she knew I loved her. I love her so much.

Rex wasn't much comfort, chirping and then flapping off to some unknown destination in Abby's flat. I was so lonely and there were only two cures for that; Abby (yeah, like I could go ruin her date) or the A.R.C... Sadly, the short walk to the A.R.C was uneventful. I hoped that an anomaly might open up or some awesome car would come speeding past, however I'm never that lucky.

"Connor! Thank god you're here. I need you to come verify the security system and then we're meeting in Lester's office for a staff meeting; weird, huh? A staff meeting when we had one just yesterday." Sarah flit around me like a hummingbird while I stalked towards the anomaly detector, a grimace forming on my face. Suddenly the detector went off, scaring the crap out of me. I located the anomaly at a military school, in other words, BIG TROUBLE!

"Abby? It's Connor; we have a Tudor anomaly at the military school. It's spreading the plague! Meet you there." I flicked the phone shut with a sigh followed by a stare from Becker. Sometimes I wish other people could understand me so that way I wouldn't have to explain myself every, single day of the week.

"Don't say a word, Becker. Or I will... I will... do something that you won't like."

"I wasn't going to."