33 Apocalypse Ave., Friday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was in a smugly terrific mood this morning, which was almost certainly related to Emma's visit. He wasn't the type to sing before breakfast (or ever) -- but a little humming as he fussed with the coffee pot seemed not just harmless, but necessary

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[krogan_i_am]

Thump.

A few moments later, more insistently: thump thump thump.

After another ten seconds: thumpthumpthumpthumpTHUMP.

"Jack, open up!"

[bitten_notshy]

"All right, I'm coming," Jack said, more than slightly curious as to why his door was being banged on this early by someone who apparently knew his name.

He pulled the door open and blinked, confused, at the -- creature on his porch. "... Yes?"

[krogan_i_am]

The tiny blond thing in front of Grunt looked weak and nothing like Jack. "You're not Jack. Where's Jack?" he demanded, shoving past the small creature without even waiting for an answer.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack shoved back, irritated, and harder than Grunt probably expected -- though not nearly hard enough to matter to a krogan.

"I certainly am Jack. What are you doing in my house?"