Arizona’s morning had started with a rather loud whack. Then another. Then frustrated grumbling.

“Arizona, I know you can hear me. Come down from there.” It was Agent O’Connor, Agent Henry’s boss, and neither he nor his slap-happy clipboard sounded excited to be here. She figured it was best to get this over with, so she jumped down from the tree. She’d been up there since 2 am, when her apartment had become too cramped and too boring to stand.

“Hello, Agent O’Connor. What can I help you?” That didn’t sound right.

“Why were you in a tree?”

“I was bored, so I came here. It is a very nice place to watch from.”

Agent O’Connor sighed and rubbed his eyes exasperatedly. “You can’t just leave at night. It’s too dangerous.”

“Why?” Arizona did not like Agent O’Connor. He was always telling her what to do.

“Well, first of all, you are blue.” She looked down at her hands. Her palms were human-colored, but her arms were covered in shiny turquoise scales. She immediately panicked, causing her palms to turn blue, too. She took a deep breath to prevent her head combusting, and turned her arms back to human.

“Second of all,” Agent O’Connor continued, “your friend from back home escaped from a containment facility 5 miles down the road sometime in the last week. You have to be careful.” Oh no. Very, very oh no. Arizona could feel herself panicking again, but she successfully pulled herself together before she turned blue.

“He is not my friend, dumb human, he is a government watchman who is trying to either brainwash me or kill me. You do not understand, so you cannot tell me what to do. Goodbye.” She burst into flames for a split second then stomped off back to Pointe Place.

Agent O’Connor stood grumbling for a moment before walking quickly in the other direction. Little did they know they’d had a witness: Ollie Henderson was slumped against the base of a playground structure, stunned into open-mouthed silence.