A yellow petal fell from the flower, and on to the table below. Cheyanne sighed as she looked out the window.

“How much longer until the rain stops?” She asked.

Her friend, Zachary, answered, “Do I look like I know?” he checked his phone, “It should stop by sundown.”

Cheyanne rolled her eyes, “How much longer until Zance gets back? He should’ve been home by now…”

Suddenly, the door swung open and Zance walked in, or, that’s what the two expected. Yes, the door swung open, but nobody came through. Zachary walked to the door, then looked down, there was Zance, covered in cuts and bruises, laying face down on the porch.

“Zance! How’d this happen to you?”

No response. Cheyanne ran over and checked his pulse.

“He’s just knocked out. Come on, help me get him in.”

The two humans took Zance inside, and laid him down on the couch.

“How do you think this happened?” Cheyanne inquired.

“No clue. Perhaps he got mugged?”

“For what? He doesn’t have anything valuable on him. Besides, who would want to hurt him? He’s one of the nicest monsters I know.”

Zach rolled his eyes, “Exactly! He’s nice! He’s not scary! A kid could beat him up, a kid!”

Chey scoffed and got up, “I’m getting an ice pack.”