MCA, Vanessa & Wade's Apartment, Saturday Afternoon

It was a normal Saturday afternoon at Casa Carlysle-Wilson, one partner maintaining his armory, the other messing around on her computer, until suddenly Vanessa gasped in delight, jumped off the couch, and ran into the room they'd discovered a few weeks previous, taking her laptop with her, and slammed the door, yelling, "Don't look!" over her shoulder.

That part wasn't that unusual, either, to be honest.

Then Vanessa opened the door, told Wade, "I'll be back in five minutes," and slammed it again.