"Again?" Adam's starting to think he could write a more interesting story if he tried. He's seen all of this stuff before, and the strangeness doesn't really hit as hard anymore after the last 5 months. Stories are needing some extra pizzazz, something bold, something legitimately weird.

Bubsy sits very still as Richie pets her, little pinkish nose twitching, clearly evaluating if this new human is friend or foe. She isn't always the friendliest, and she's a bit rattled rattled since the week she ended up alone. Unless she doesn't remember. Do rabbits have good memories? Do jackalopes?

"Just the two." Adam watches, smiling faintly. "Her name's Bubsy. She's a jackalope."