You have the house to yourself for the weekend, your wife and daughter are checking out an out-of-state college, and you lined up your PTO to match. You've been doing way too much overtime with the force, so you earned this little staycation. You're about to pop a beer and settle in for some serious couch time when you hear a tapping at the sliding back door.

"What the...?" You go to look and find a most surreal sight: your daughter's best friend is standing at the door in your back yard, wearing a massive overcoat on a warm Spring afternoon.

"...Aisha? Bree's gone for the weekend, didn't she tell you?"