We found a very distraught Victor in the entrance hall with Sara glued to his chest, brushing her tail up and down his abs while she was chattering nonstop...
"And then when I was eight, I wanted a pony but my dad wouldn't let me have it because he said I wasn't responsible enough, but you know all that stuff with responsibility is just super complicated, you know? And then when I was thirteen-"
"Hey there Victor, need a hand?" »
