Return to Fernsby Mansion?

Penelope's gorgeous aquamarine eyes squint as she inspects me, a box of donuts in hand.

"You look like shit."

"Thanks." Rolling my eyes, I grab the box from her hand and take it to the kitchen, where I peek inside.

Sugared, glazed, cinnamon, and a few of the long chocolate ones. Simple flavors, but ones that'll never steer you wrong.

Grabbing a sugared donut filled with jelly, I head back to the couch to watch the news again.

I spent about four hours last night freaking out over my face all over the television. After that, my more rational side kicked in. Now, I'm checking every bit of coverage I can, just to know what the story is 'on the streets.' And to maybe make a mental note of every single person I'm going to try to get fired when I get my job back.