"I want ya ta focus Anne! Anyone could soak you easily as long as ya stay in dis mental shape," Jack yelled to her as they neared the border. He continued to stare at her with concern as they walked on, "he's gunna get here."
Anne shoved him away gently, rolling her eyes in disgust. Jack held up his hands in defense, "Jist tryin' ta make ya feel betta'." A lump in her stomach grew as her actions began to make her feel guilty; "I'm sorry Jack. I've been actin' like such a ninny! I've always made fun a dose goils who go after Conlon and then here I am bein' jist like dem. Promise me you'll always love me no matter how stupid I act."
"Shoir, Anne. It will always be a pleasure ta notify you of your stupidness, whether it's Conlon or not," Jack grinned, wrapping an arm around Anne's shoulders comfortably.
The border came into view and butterflies fluttered nervously in Anne's chest. It would now be the time for her to test her skills that Spot had been taking so much time to teach her. Suddenly, a familiar face came to view.
"Well, well, well. We meet again, me lady," Calico said, giving his trademark graceful bow.
"Don't call me that," Anne growled, raising her fist in the air in effort of intimidation.
"We're gunna have a little fun doll face!" Calico laughed mischievously, and those were the last words she heard before the street surrounding her faded into a field of black.