If wrong place wrong time was a person it would be me. I was the king of it. As a child I stepped into our garage moments before it was hit by lightning and lost my sense of smell. When I was a student I walked in on a classmate changing their grades moments before they were caught resulting in my expulsion. After my first real job promotion I went to dinner to celebrate and saw my boss cheating on his husband with his personal assistant and I got fired. And now? Now I’m in the worst place of all: behind a dumpster as someone is murdered. If I get caught it won’t be as simple as finding a new school or another position I’ll be dead. So what do I do? I shift into my cat form and crawl underneath the dumpster hoping for the best. If “the best” is one of the murderers coming over and telling me I need to come with him that is. I go. I should be scared petrified even but I’m not. Instead I jump right into his arms and start purring.