Anna sat in the waiting room at the tattoo removal clinic. A woman in a tank top walked over to the desk to check in. Across her back she could read Follow me if you want to live.
"Dramatic much?" Anna giggled under her breath.
"Anna?" a now familiar voice called out.
"Sorry!" Anna said instinctively.
"What's wrong?" the tech asked.
"Oh, wait, you're telling me it's time for my appointment, of course!" Anna replied.
"Uh, yeah… Follow me."
"Kristoff, right?" she said as she walked back.
"No… um, right, it's Kristoff," he replied. "So, any problems since last time?"