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Tonya moodily tapped her fingers on the counter and stared at the man sitting in the kitchen chair. She was trying to wrap her head around the fact that some mystical, magical dude from another world had just fallen out of thin air into Mike Hallbrook’s kitchen.
One minute she was heading down the hallway to get a drink of water and the next minute there was an eerie glow coming from the kitchen, followed by the clang of the metal dog dish that she hadn’t stored yet.
Terrified that someone had broken into the house, she had grabbed the mop that was still leaning against the wall near the guest bathroom from her earlier cleaning spree. After seeing the movement of a shadowy figure turning in a tight circle, she had struck first, deciding she could always ask questions later.
Of course
