No one was willing to move as Jane slept for a bit more. They looked nervously around and didn't move until more growling came.

Jane stirred again. "Issa...issa....issa bear." She sat up from her place on the ground. "We gotta, like...scare it." She weakly waved an arm towards it. When a growling man-thing came, Jane sprung up. "Oh hell no what thE-" and thus proceeded to use words one should not use in polite company.

A trim, proper voice called out. "Grunt, sit down and behave!" A dog was in the distance, chasing after Grunt while still looking elegant. "Terribly sorry about that, he doesn't have any manners."

"Oh, hey, don't worry about it," Jacob said, looking shaken. ("You were shook, Jake," is what Jane would say about this later, which wouldn't make much sense seeing as this book was first written in like, what? 2018? 2017? Half the memes quoted now wouldn't make sense.)

"Oh...pretty doggie." Jane muttered before flopping over again. Victor groaned, and stooped low before putting his hands on her shoulders.

There was a small glow, and then, like she'd been shocked with a defrilibrator, she shot up, and looked around. "Oh, hey. We're not dead." She turned to Jacob. "How'd that happen. I blame you."

"Blame yourself, peasent," Jacob shot back teasingly, before hugging her tight.

The dog introduced himself to the group as Addison MacHenry, (One simply cannot be bothered to check the proper spelling at midnight, thus it's his name,) and beckoned them to follow him.

In the distance, there stood a figure with bright pink atop their head. Jane nearly collided with Millard (again) as he stopped short. Jane grabbed his hand and dragged him along.

A girl stood, her cute dyed pink hair cropped into a pixie. She wore a tank top, jean shorts, and a hoodie wrapped around her waist. Indeed, she was perhaps the most modernly dressed peculiar that Jane had ever seen.

Was it mentioned that the she was cute? Cause she was cute. Jane silently cursed her little bi heart for going haywire.

The girl in question strode up to Jane, a confident smile on her face. "Hi, I'm Marianne Nullings, at your service. How can I help you?"

Jane was panicking. Oh crap, oh crap. Jacob had his trademarked 'Gosh dangit Jane don't be such a disaster bi' face on. "Oh, uh. Huh. I, um...Nullings? Nullings. Uh-" Jane was rambling now, craaaaap. "My boyfriend has the same last name."

"Does he now?" Marianne gave her an odd look. "Really?"

"Yeah! Weird, huh?"

Marianne looked around. "Which one?"

"The invisible one?" Jane couldn't stop a smile from spreading on her face.