Jane padded quickly through the woods. She halted, opening her mouth to take in the scents around her. A bit of droll trickled down her mouth. In the heat of the afternoon, all the delicious smells were intensified, ESPECIALLY because of the heatwave.

Jane crouched low to the ground, her pupils becoming narrow. Slowly, she edged closer and closer and…transformed back into a human. Casually, she descended the bluff and exited the woods. On this end of the woods, many cars were racing by and people strolled by grasping umbrellas for a bit of portable shade.

“Wow, it’s even hotter down here than it was in the woods,” Jane said.

Jane unknowingly walked right past Daisy. Thomas’ friend glanced at Jane curiously, wondering where she must have appeared from all of a sudden. Just down the road, a burger place sat, spinning its tall hamburger sign from a post. It is Wiccy Burgers, a popular fast food restaurant.

“I sure hope they don’t mind a big food order,” Jane said, swiping the sweat off of her forehead.

Upon entering the Wiccy Burgers restaurant, Jane was met with a refreshing blast of cold air. A fan had been set up inside the restaurant to help combat the heat. Still, though, nothing could help the line cooks in the back who had to stand over the grills for an entire shift. Jane got in line after standing in the fan’s path for a few moments.

“Hi, welcome to Wiccy Burgers. May I help you?” the cashier asked.

“I was wondering if it would be okay to place a large order? I have a party I need to feed,” Jane said.

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“Ummmm, well, usually for parties we suggest placing a catering order at least 24 hours in advanced…” the cashier said.

“How much can I order now?” Jane asked.

“Like, 25 Big Wics, 25 large fries, and 25 large drinks,” the cashier said. “I don’t suppose you could carry that much, though? Now can you?”

“I can and I will. I’ll take that offer. Biggest order I can get,” Jane said with a huff.

“Alright, well, this might take a few minutes,” the cashier said, typing in the order. “Your total is $260…”

“That’s okay, I’ll charge it to my card,” Jane said, pulling Chase’s debit card out of her wallet.

“Ah, your name is Chase Richmond, eh?” the cashier asked.

“He’s my fiancé…” Jane replied.

“Hmmm… Funny, because last I checked Chase Richmond was dead,” the cashier said.

“Well! If you won’t accept the card…” Jane said, pulling out a fat wad of cash. “Physical will have to do.”

“I see… Well, ma’am. Your order has been placed,” the cashier said, taking the physical cash.

The cashier examined the money curiously. Finding it to be real, he stashed it in the chest of the cash register. The line cooks began working on the order. Meanwhile, Jane took a seat near the fan.

It was only a few minutes later that the power surged. The fan, which had been keeping the building cool, shut off. Jane stared at the fan, wondering about her terrible luck. There arose a commotion behind the counter from the line cooks.

“The fridge is not working! All the ingredients are going to go bad!” one person wailed.

“Noooo! How will we make money if we have to throw out so much stuff?!” another person asked.

“Calm down, the power might come back before the food spoils…” another person said.

“We’re doomed!” the first person cried out.

“Well…what about my order?” Jane asked.

“We’re working on it. There likely was a brown-out from too many people using their air conditioners at once,” the cashier said with a sigh.

“I see,” Jane said.