Sadie: Walt's at home. I did tell him you'd be here. Funny, that didn't seem to motivate him much.
Drew: What a shame. You know, maybe he's not really sick. He might just be allergic to you, hon. That does happen. I should go to his place with some chicken soup or something. Where does he live?
{Me: What is it with Drew all like hon, hon. Eesh.}
She smiled sweetly. The idea of turning her into an earthworm was becoming more appealing.
Before I (Sadie) could do anything rash, a familiar voice said: Hello, Sadie.
The other girls let out a collective gasp. I turned and found that yes, indeed the god Anubis had crashed out dance.