He's not the only one. Kate looks like a kitten who's just gone through a tumble dryer and lived to tell the tale.

She huffs to a stop in the doorway, pausing to catch her breath and, also, because she has no idea where she is other than she's in an apartment with two strange (some stranger than others) men.

An apartment Gene just broke into.

She looks at Sam, all flushed cheeks and diamond-sharp eyes.





"How do you do."