"How's the roommate thing going?"
Thomas eyed me. "Honestly?"
"Yeah."
"I think he's possessed. Or insane. Or both."
I blinked. "What?"
"The apartment is clean," Thomas said, sounding unnerved. "As in, constantly. And there's weird stuff in the cupboards."
"Well," I said, trying to figure out his reasoning, "I didn't expect the clean thing, but everyone has-"
"Forty-three boxes of Fruit Loops?" he asked, voice flat.
My mouth hung open.
"Yeah," he told me.
I shook my head and blinked. Twice.
"Okay," I said, "Find out what he's been summoning. I'll research shapeshifters."