Molly sat cross-legged on her living room floor, an intricately detailed floor plan of the Harbinger Estate spread out before her. Bill ambled in and dropped his backpack on the couch with a heavy thud. "Decided yet?" Bill asked as he sauntered over to Molly's side, perching on the arm of her favorite chair. Molly crumpled up the rug-print paper. "Not unless you have a better idea? If we go in the front, they'll lock eyes with Vito. The little anklebiter's got a bulls-eye on the back of his head." Bill let out a puff of air. "Speaking of bulls-eyes, that hornet nest seems sturdier than the average tree branch. Do we have tranquilizers?" Molly wrinkled her nose. "Bill, I am so tired of kids throwing 'I'm too young to know any better' temper tantrums the second we put them to sleep. No more darts." "Sounds good. Pants yet?" Molly studied a green outline of a roof on her paper. "A child's mind transcends planning, creativity... ability," she snorted. "If you've seen the doc movies, you'd know accurately predicting the actions of a half-dozen screaming rugrats is a fool's errand. Undroppable." "So it'll be through the mud plain, past the swamp, and over the mountain, then?" Bill clucked with his tongue. "Fancy 'monologuing'." Molly blushed slightly. "The part-fence part-ledge leads to the main deck. Hoodies stay on, capes stay up, and nobody said a thing about a tiger." Bill grinned. "Gangway! Let's do this, Molls. Ready when you are. I've got the presents bag fully stocked." Molly grabbed Bill by the collar and hauled him up. "Not so fast cowboy. Did you check the disappearing door?" Bill threw an arm around her shoulder. "Luna's something else. We're in the clear, hon. She's got her finger on something, bet on it." "Luna says tomorrow night is prime for the holiday-code-encrypting program setup." "Luna says she knows best, and she always does." Bill chuckled, squeezing her in an awkward hug. The pair began strategizing, rehearsing first plan and contingencies. When it came time to gather supplies, Molly exhaled quietly. "Check the house, Bill. See if they have a few hot dogs. I'll grab some chips and seltzer out on my way in." Bill grabbed his bag and loud motorcycle helmet. As he carted off towards her apartment door, a single, lingering beat rang above them. "Molls, not that I cain't handle a little last-minute craziness, but..." "...you seem to be having a little too much fun planning the break-in..." "...for two."