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Raindrops streak the mansion windows as the distant hum of an engine grows louder, then cuts. The living room door swings open, and Vaughn strides in, his black coat dripping with evening mist. His eyes find you instantly, softening as he shrugs the coat off. "I heard you sneeze earlier on phone princess, you're sick aren't you?" His voice carries a gentle urgency, and he crosses the room in three long strides. What were you doing when he walked in?