"You're so hypno-something, could you be the devil, could you be an angel, your touch is something good, feels like going floating, leave my body glowing."

"Katy Perry? She's singing Katy Perry in the hospital bathroom. Just when you think you've seen it all," Sally mumbled. She knocked on the door again. Still no answer, so she started banging. Then she was banging and hollering, "JEN! OPEN THE FREAKING DOOR!" Wouldn't you know, she just sang louder. Why am I not surprised, she thought.

"They said I'm afraid, you're not like the others, futuristic werewolves'

different DNA, they like to command you," Jen continued.

"Can't you at least get the words right if you're going to be so stinking loud!"

Just as Sally was going to resume her, so far fruitless, banging the hospital room door flew open. She turned to face the would-be intruder. "Why don't you freaking wolves ever knock? Has ever occurred to you that we might be naked up in here?"

Decebel at least had the good grace to look embarrassed. "I apologize. I heard banging and yelling. Is everything okay?" He asked, glancing around the room. Before Sally could answer he spoke again. "Where is Jen?"

Before Sally could answer they both heard Jen.

"Kiss me, k-k-kiss me, infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison,

take me, t-t-take me, wanna be your victim, ready for abduction boy, you're a werewolf, your touch is so furry, its supernatural, extra-werewolf-iestrial," Jen sung as loud as she could.

Sally was shaking her head in disbelief, "This is gonna be good. I mean, she might actually be embarrassed when she finds out you heard all that."

Decebel cocked his head as if listening for something, then he sniffed the air, taking in a deep breath. "I smell alcohol. Have you two been drinking?" Decebel asked in disbelief.

"Of course not!" Sally said with obvious offense.

Decebel didn't acknowledge her answer but continued to ask questions. "Why were you banging on the door?"

"It's locked and Jen won't answer me. It's like she can't hear me."

"So, she might be drunk and she's trying to take a shower?" Decebel asked skeptically.

"That. could be. a bad thing, right?" Sally pushed out the words.

Decebel was already in action, he was banging on the door so hard the hinges shook. Werewolf strength, must be nice.

"JENNIFER, OPEN THE DOOR!" he yelled.

There was a pause in the singing and all they heard was the water from the shower. Both of them held their breath waiting for her response. One beat, two beats. "Knock, knock?" they heard her ask.

"Jen, open the door. This isn't funny," Sally tried.

"Jen, open the door, this isn't funny who?" Jen repeated andsnickered.

"Okay," Sally said to Decebel. "You're right, she's tore up from the floor up."

"Jennifer, I want you to back away from the door," Decebel told her.

"What are you going to do, Decebel?" Sally asked him apprehensively.

Decebel didn't answer her, instead he braced both hands on either side of the door, pulled his leg back and kicked hard. The door didn't resist at all, it splintered where his foot hit and then swung open. Steam came flowing out of the bathroom looking like a living being, slipping around Decebel, seeming to pull him in towards Jen. He started to enter but before he could put a foot over the door jamb, Sally grabbed his arm. "Hey buddy, she could be naked all up in here so wait. If I need you I will call."

"You are right, I will wait here. But hurry," Decebel relented.

Sally stepped into the steam. Jen was standing in the shower, dancing to music that Sally couldn't hear until Jen decided to share, that is.

"There is this decibel, on another level, boy, you're my lucky werewolf, I wanna walk on your wave length, and be there when you vibrate, for you I risk it all. But you're not an option, wanna be a victim, ready for objection, and I don't remember the words, something about poison. You're an alien, wait I mean a werewolf, let me see your furry paws, don't know what rhymes with paws." All of this was to the tune of Katy Perry's E.T. song. Man, she is going to be so freaking embarrassed when I tell her she sang about Decebel and his paws. Sally actually laughed out loud at the though., Jen turned at the sound of Sally's voice. Sally saw more of Jen than she needed to in an entire lifetime.

"SALLY!" which actually came out more like Swally. "Hey chica, how'd you like my singing, pretty good right? You be my backup, the Sonny to my chair, or like the, um," Jen screwed her face up, struggling to come up with an adequate combination, which she didn't. "Like the black eye to my peas." Jen laughed and nearly fell over.

Sally jumped forward to catch her friend and keep her from cracking her skull. "Crap! Jen, stand still."

"Is everything okay? Do I need to come in there?" Decebel's raised voice caught Jen's attention. Great, just what Sally need, a drunk, horny, naked chick chasing a werewolf.

"No!" "Oooh, did you bring a boy home, Sally?" Sally and Jen spoke at the same time.

Of course, now Jen was eager to get out of the shower, now that Sally was thoroughly soaked. Jen untangled herself from Sally and headed straight for the smashed-in bathroom door…naked…as in no clothes. Sally was slipping, trying to catch her. She wasn't going to make it.

"DECEBEL. Incoming, drunk, naked, crazy chick!" Sally yelled as loud as she could.