Karyn couldn't sleep.
It was midnight, and she was having a bear of a time trying to get comfortable. Not just physically, as her new chest was taking some acclimating to, but mentally. She felt ill-at-ease. Something was wrong. She felt like she had somewhere she needed to be, which was ridiculous.
She sat up in bed, grumbling a little and removing her sleepmask, which she flicked onto the bedside table as she slid out of the covers. Her fluffy tail slid behind her, it's lashing neatly matching her flat and temperamental ears.
She... had to go out. She needed fresh air. To stretch her legs. Something.
She considered calling Jacqueline. The girl was probably awake right now too. She was always out late at night, not that Karyn knew why. The girl was something of an enigma, frankly. Shiny moped, expensively-tailored clothes, strange absences from school, sometimes for a week at a time... the girl was an enigma, but she and Karyn got along famously. And good thing too, considering she was now packing that stone.
Yeah. Calling Jackie sounded good. She pawed for her phone in the darkness and, looking out the window, tried to phone.
But her phone rang before Jacqueline's could.
It scared the absolute bejeezus out of her, and she nearly tossed the phone across the room. She clumsily fumbled with it, trying to get a grip on it, before managing to accept the call. It was... from the police department? Oh shit. This was the last thing she needed.
She held it up and managed to answer, feeling the pangs of stress-nausea beginning. "E-evenin. Karyn Black, wha can I be doin for ye?" she trilled in her thick Scottish brogue.
"Vhat you can do? You can be at job, Black!" the husky russian accent on the other end grumbled. "As sponsor, eet ees hard to kindle faith in you as eentern eef you are going to vaste time! You are on verry special program, you are knowink dis! Get down here and rreport for duty!" The reciever thumped down on the other side, and Karyn was left completely boggled.
Special program? Intern? With the police? This was... wrong. Karyn was a dork. the idea of her having the skills or interest to take up with the police was laughable, and...
Correct, wasn't it?
The memory was fuzzy, but... it felt correct. She couldn't remember the details of who her sponsor was, or what she was being sponsored for, but she knew it was a serious opportunity. One that expected her! Weekend nights, just like this one! She'd specially requested it, being a night owl and all...
She quickly got dressed. She had to be downtown!
