[alansplace]

“Christ, Dresden! You almost got me killed!”

“Don’t be a baby. You’re fine.”

Thomas frowned at me. “You at least could have told me!”

“I did tell you,” I said. “I told you at Mac’s that I’d give you a ride home, but that I had to run an errand first.”

Thomas scowled. “An errand is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is not getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo.”