A/N: I wrote this for Halloween, but since 1000 Paper Cranes is still in early January, I'm posting it now as a Side-Story, then I'll take it down and repost it when we get there in the story.
Halloween.
"What time did we come home last night?"
Hanna didn't wake up until around 11:30, and even then, he looked tired.
"Around four."
"A.M.?"
"Yes, Hanna. Four a.m."
"Ugh." Hanna sighed; he flopped back on the mattress, and nearly knocked his laptop on its side. "I bet you a million bucks, we're going to have another job today. Always crazy stuff goin' on on Halloween."
I didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but Hanna's tone seemed to suggest bad. "Why is that?"
"You know, Halloween is when the supernatural go mainstream for just one night. Ghosts and amateur necromancers like to fool around then, thinking they're being cool and stuff. Just happens."
"Amateur necromancers?"
"Yeah. You're the only successful zombie I've ever actually, like, seen. Heard of them, but you the only actual proof they can work."
I was morbidly quiet for a second. "… What happens if they don't work?"
Hanna rolled over and looked at me. "You know that movie we saw with Connie? Dawn of the Dead? Black and white?" He picked up a white paper from off the pile of copy paper by his bed and began focusing on the slow meticulous folds.
"… Yes."
"That. The 'brain-eating zombie' didn't come outta, like, thin air."
When Hanna was done with the crane, he drew some red dots on it in a random pattern that looked eerily like blood.
… Happy Halloween.