"Except for the part where I nearly killed you, destroyed Amelie's limo, and my own car? Yeah. It rocked the house."
"Are they going to get you a new one? A car, I mean?"
"Amelie said they would."
"I shut all the portals to the house," Claire said. "Ada's acting weird."
"I thought that was normal."
"Weirder."
"Ah. Okay." Michael looked past the railings, at Kim and Shane. "Are you freaking out about Kim?" Claire made the same little-bit mime with her finger and thumb that Shane had earlier. "Yeah, well don't. Kim's not his type."
"I'm not sure I'm his type." Okay, that sounded really, really whiny. Claire bit her lip. "She's just so - much."
"Yep. She is that." He rose to his feet and padded down the last few steps silently, came up behind Kim, and leaned over her to say, "I vant to drink your blood" in a heavy, fake Dracula accent. She shrieked, flailed, and a zombie ate her brains on-screen.
"You bastard!" Kim yelled, dropped the controller, and smacked him hard on the chest. "I can't believe you just totally sabotaged me!"
"Can't let him lose," Michael said, as Shane hit the high score and the victory music sounded. "Gotta live with the dude."
They high-fived.
"You're seriously going to take that as a win," Kim said. "When he totally cheated for you."
"Yes," Shane said. "I seriously am." He canceled the game, put the controller down, and rose to stretch and yawn. "Damn. It's late. Don't you have someplace to go or something?"
Kim looked actually hurt for a second, and Claire felt a twinge of - something. Maybe pity. She hoped not.
"Sure," she said. "Johnny Depp's waiting for me back home. Guess I'd better blaze. Hey, where's Eve?"
"What, you're going?" Eve called from the top of the stairs, and jumped down past Claire in her eagerness to get to the bottom. "You can't! Kim, we need to run lines and stuff!"
"No, Shane's right. It's really late. How about tomorrow? I can meet you at Common Grounds - how about three? You're working until about then, right?"
"Yeah," Eve said. She still sounded disappointed.
"Sure, that's okay. Hey - you want to go out tomorrow night? Maybe catch a movie? Um - Claire, you want to go, too?"
Great. She was officially an also-invited. "No thanks," she said. "I've got plans."
"Seriously? What?"
Claire looked at Shane, and he took one for the team. "Dinner with me," he said. "It's kind of an anniversary."
"Awwww, really? That's so sweet!" Eve leveled a finger at him. "Do not take her to the chili dog place."
"A real restaurant. With tablecloths. Hey, I'm not a complete idiot."
Kim stared at Shane, and in that moment, Claire realized this wasn't just an act. . . . Kim really did like Shane - a lot.
She recognized pain when she saw it.
"So," Eve said, and turned to Kim. "Movies, right? Something scary?"
Kim got herself together before Eve could see the same thing Claire had noticed. "Sure," she said. "What ev. You pick. No girly movies."
Eve looked deeply offended. "Me? Girly movies? Bite your tongue off. No, seriously. Right now."
Kim laughed, and Eve walked her to the door. Claire said to Shane, "Anniversary?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Depends on how you count things," he said. "Yeah. It's got to be some kind of anniversary. Probably of one of us not getting killed."
Michael said, "Speak for yourself, man." He picked up the controller and restarted the game. "I can't believe you almost let her win."
"Man, I almost let you win sometimes," Shane said, and dropped into his spot on the other end of the couch. "Game on."
7
The next day, Claire sat through classes without any real sense of accomplishment, took a quiz - which she aced - and dropped in on Myrnin's lab around noon. It looked neat and clean again, which was two miracles in a row as far as she was concerned. She went to the bookshelves and started looking over journals, trying to find the most recent ones, although those would be the most difficult to figure out, given that most of his notes would have been taken when he was sick, and mostly crazy.
But she was curious.
She was struggling through last summer's book when Myrnin popped in through the portal, wearing a big floppy black hat and a kind of crazy/stylish pimp coat that covered him from neck to ankles, black leather gloves, and a black and silver walking stick with a dragon's head on it.
And on his lapel was a button that said, IF YOU CAN READ THIS, THANK A TEACHER.
It was typical Myrnin, really. She was surprised the bunny slippers were absent.
"I didn't know you were coming today," he said, and draped his hat, coat, and cane on a nearby coat rack. "And I assume it isn't just a random occurrence, like gravity."
"Gravity isn't random."
"So you say." He came to the opposite side of the table and looked at the book, then turned his head weirdly sideways to read the title. "Ah. Some of my best work. If only I could figure out what it actually meant."
"I was trying to figure out if you ever met a girl named Kim. Kim - " What the hell was her last name? Had anybody even told her? "Kim, something. Kind of Goth?"
"Oh, her," Myrnin said. He didn't sound too impressed, which made Claire just a little happy. "Yes, Kimberlie's known to us. She asked permission to film some of us, for the archives - a sort of permanent record of our histories. As you know, we do value that sort of thing. Many have agreed. She's been named our video historian, I believe."