Mouse
Mouse picked up the phone as it kept ringing at her. She just felt so bad and so very, very depressed. "Hello?" She said sadly into the mouthpiece.
"Jane? Jane, it's Diana. I have some...shocking news to tell you. It's about Taylor..."
"I really don't wanna hear anything about Taylor," Mouse said bitterly. "Really, really don't."
"Oh! But that's the thing. Taylor never came home, an alien named Christian came home pretending to be him..." Mouse listened to the story of Christian's impersonation of Taylor, so he could kill Ike.
"Everyone's ok though, right?"
"Yes, and Tanya put a block in Christain's head so he can't access his powers."
"So, where's Taylor then?" Mouse felt Diana's hesitation. "Look, this guy has spent a month pretending to be my boyfriend...and I have an overwhelming urge to shower, but anyway, I think I have the right to at least ask and expect a truthful answer."
"Jane, dear, he's probably dead." Mouse could hear the tears choking up Diana's voice. "After all this time, and he could have been left in the Spider's headquarters..."
"No." Mouse cut Diana off. "If he'd died, I would have felt it."
"Jane..."
"No, you don't get it. He was Pack. If he died, me and the Pack would have felt it. You won't get it, cos you're not Pack." Mouse shook her head. "Man, I'm gonna have to call off the animals too."
"What?"
"Chalk it up to crazy things ex's do when they're cheated on. I...kinda set the animals of Tulsa on Tay. On the person I thought was Tay."
"Well, at least we know it wasn't Taylor."
"I'll have to get my necklace back out. Thank god I didn't throw it away."
"Yes. I need to go. Will you be alright?"
"I'm a lot better now I know it wasn't Taylor. I should've known it wasn't him...he called me babe. Taylor never calls me that."
"We were all fooled, Jane. Don't be too hard on yourself."
"I'm gonna go. I need a long, hot shower."
"Ok, dear. Don't stay away."
"Yes, Mrs Hanson."
"Bye."
"Bye." Click! Diana hung up and Mouse carefully placed the phone back on the hook, before stripping hurriedly and diving into an over hot shower. She had let him touch her. She scrubbed and scrubbed, feeling violated. What kind of sick individual does something like this? When her skin was pink all over, she got out, steam pouring out from the bathroom. She grabbed a bucket of chocolate Haagen-Daz from the freezer and a spoon, and curled up in her bed. How could she have not known? And...what if someone tried it again? She cried herself to sleep, worried about Taylor, and still feeling somehow very dirty.