As agent Theodore Green was about to enter his car, his phone rang. He answered without looking at the caller ID, thinking the rest of his team had finally got some clues on Lionel Ulysses whereabout or something. You could imagine his surprise when he heard the voice of his wife instead. The question was: What was she sounding so hyped about?
“Theo! You remember when I said my mothers used to speak of Moon Lake to me, after you said you had to go there for a bit? Turn out its where they grew up! You know what it mean?”
“That it's the perfect place for our little dream.” Answered Theo, a sincere smile on his face.
Still over exited but having calmed a bit, Marci added “My mothers said you should speak with the town chancellor about it.”
“I understand your excitement [i]my feline[/i], but don't you think we should think things more calmly?” Said an embarrassed Theo, “We should wait for the next time I get a leave and choose together, Marci.”
“I should let you get back to work, and go back to my own job… Hope to see you soon!”
“I hope to see you soon too, my feline.” And on this, he ended the call.
Having heard the conversation between the agent and his wife, chief O'hara couldn't help but think Marci was the werecat he scented on Theodore, and wonder if said agent knew. But how to ask without potentially revealing the secret of Moon Lake? “Are you planing to live your old days in Moon Lake, agent Green?”
Theo didn't want to lie to Michael O'Hara, but didn't want to pass for a madman, let alone potentially endanger Marci. So, not knowing Moon Lake secret, Theo rapidly thought of a way to say things without risking to expose his wife to a normal. “I wouldn't mind living my last day here, but that's not what I was discussing with my wife.”
“You see,” pursued the F.B.I. agent “Marci and me, we… We love plushies. She even have this stuffed cat she made herself, but won't let me play with it before I make one myself. She said the choice of which animal I make is mine, but…” Taking on a conspiratorial tone, he added “I think she hope for a Tiger.”
Chief Michael O'Hara wasn't sure, but to him, agent Green's speech about plushies sounded like code to say ‘my wife is secretly a werecat, and want I become were myself.’ The big question was: What should he do?