DJ Gaspar had barely been home long enough to take his jacket off when the doorbell rang. The clock in the living room read 11:30, and he'd been planning on going straight to bed. It had been a long day, and as an extrovert it had been doubly long. Still, the time and the timing of the doorbell suggested it was something important. He opened the door, and standing there on his doorstep was the least likely person he could have conceived.

The hot little redhead girl from this afternoon.

"Uh..." he managed impressively.

"Hi! You're DJ Gaspar, right?" She was grinning ear to ear. As friendly as she looked,...