Rather than blurting out that he thought Tom was the manager, Dee at least kept his composure to squeak a breathy, yet still very gracious, “thank you!”

He knew there was still a chance that Ziggy wouldn’t listen to it. Or maybe he would, but he wouldn’t like the sound or the visuals. Anything could happen really. But Dee had to keep pushing open doors.

Just thinking about it made him far too excited to even try to go back to sleep.