Common Room, SPD HQ, Thursday Evening

Sure, it was a holiday, but someone had to patrol. Luckily, that was finally over. Z collapsed into one of the common room sofas with a sigh bordering on a groan and threw her feet up on the table. Who cared if there was a rule about it? Her feet hurt.

After a few seconds, she heard someone say, "There you are!" and cracked open one eye to look at Ghost. He hadn't made it out for Thanksgiving, either, but in his case it was more a matter of distance.

( The Ghost of Thanksgiving Present )