I’m not the grabby type, so there’s that. (There was a mouse that got itself stuck in my garbage when I was just a wee kid, and I couldn’t bring myself to look in the bin to see what was scrabbling around until my dad found me and then let the mouse go outside). I’d probably just freeze up as much as him, then maybe talk if he didn’t dart off.

Hopefully we’d be able to track down Dean after that! I wouldn’t have to worry about getting punched like Jacob did – I’m like half his size.

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