Spencer had the best of friends and the worst of friends.

Today she was feeling lazy—too lazy to ensure a ride home—and someone else's ice cream and pajamas sounded just about the speed Spencer was wanting to go tonight. She'd given Tses a ring and the jedi mind tricker had either tricker her via phone, or the woman simply didn't consider that anything might be a bit odd in the apartment she'd recommended.

The key? Oh no, Spencer came in through the window like a respectable squatter. Just as promised, the building had air conditioning, power, running water, and yes even ice cream! The stuff in the fridge had long spoiled which was the first thing that seemed a bit... off. A second thing was the gun she found in the freezer. Spence didn't touch it, of course, she wasn't about to leave prints that she'd have to remember to wipe off later. She nudged it aside with a pint of Cherry Garcia that had yet to be opened and helped herself to a hidden frozen burrito. She was even kind enough to put her dish in the sink afterward.

At one point, she thought she heard something rattle. It was possible that the wind this high up got into the windows. Spencer made a point to lock the window she'd managed to get in through and explored more.

The shower didn't smell like death and the water came out hot and absolutely perfect.

Spencer took her time steaming up the bathroom and going through the medicine cabinet, makeup, and smelling all the various potions and beauty things. There was literally nothing good as far as pills, but there was a really great smelling cream lotion that promised she'd wake up young, dewey, and hydrated. At 30 years old that was something she was suddenly concerned about.

After the shower, she delighted in the clothes that were in the drawers, on the floor, and generally strewn about like a tornado had been involved. They were a little sweet, a little goth, and almost just barely a bit too big for Spencer. She tried on some silky light blue pajama bottoms that smelled pristine. When Spence tied the draw string into a bow, then they were acceptable.

But she couldn't find the top to match.

Thinking it must have been in the other room and knowing no one was home, she didn't at all think before opening a closed door.

It seemed like and office, but it was the strangest room she'd seen yet. Webs stretched between everything, or maybe they were draped here and there. And in different colors. Lots and lots of spider webs. Guns, knives, bangles, and bracelets all in a shiny magpie heap. A dog that was moving weirdly. Bottles of dye or print making materials? Had she walked in on some kind of illegal money laundering situation? She took a step toward the doggy. Poor lil guy looked scared. No doubt he needed a frozen burrito too.

"Aww buppy, were you lonely?"

There's a certain sound, a high pitched repetitive screeching like a ragged violin scream as fast as an inhale and sharply on repeated. Every time her mind made sense of something about the dog, Spencer heard the horror sound. There weren't two legs. There weren't four legs. There was no face. No tail.

Spencer took a step back. She wasn't a screamer. She wasn't overly scared of anything and not at all dramatic when it wouldn't help her.

But this? This was the biggest motherf***ing spider that she'd ever f***ing seen in her total ***ing life.

"OH SH*T." She had already taken a step forward so Spencer had to turn and dash back out into the hall and ohmigod it TOUCHED HER LEG and she was gonna slam the door, but she lost the towel that she'd had draped around her shoulders and only managed to fling the door towards the jam. The damn door caught on the towel! And she saw it's legs coming out of the door!! So she scrambled back into the bedroom where the bathroom was, slammed and locked the door. Hadn't she left her phone in the bathroom? She went for the bathroom and touched everything. Phone, phone. Where was the damn phone!?

A notification from her Kindlr app sounded from down the hall in the kitchen.

A soft probing spider leg swept under the doorframe and Spencer took a step backwards.

What if... what if the spider ate whoever lived here last?

It took a while, but after following the trail of bread crumbs left behind by her past self, she finally discovered something important. Her old home. The address had popped up out of the blue and after crosschecking it online she was able to match the names of the current owner to one of the aliases she apparently used to go by.

Charlotte Williams.

Quite a few of the details matched, so she had decided to swing by the block and send a few scouts in to take a peek inside. When she had stopped by it had been empty, but the few hints of web and spiders left behind were enough to secure her want to investigate further. Only... how? She had a different face now, age aside. Megan had left back to the school to get her notes together and form a plan.

The next time she showed up to snoop around she came prepared. She had a game plan and a back to secure whatever she found that seemed important. All that left was how to get up into the apartment itself and there were limited options.

Climb?

Pssh. She was far too lazy for that and still very inexperienced with using her power to climb verticle surfaces. She was also far too weak physically to break the door down, and that would no doubt draw too much attention to her mission.

So, instead, she had a few scouts find the building owner and track down the master key for her apartment number.

Sure, it took a bit longer, but by the time it was in her hand she was able to unlock the door and waltz right in like she owned the place.

...Which she technically did.

The first thing to hit her was a very faint smell. It was familiar, but she couldn't immediately place why. The second thing she noticed was the sound of scurrying...er... something, heading straight in her direction. A dog maybe? She edged back through the doorway and closed it slightly... just in case.

She was not at all prepared to see a supersized arachnid come darting toward the door.

"... There is no way I made that..." What a horrifying thought! It was as large as a medium-sized dog at least and seemed rather excited to see her. Happy excited, she hoped.

Megan was not afraid of spiders, her best friends were spiders. This one was a little on the large side, and my would you look at those fangs, but she tried not to let that dissuade her from reaching her least favorite hand back in and attempting to pat the big hairy thing right on top of its noggin.

Its reaction was to instantly flop down in a squat, while its large, rounded abdomen wagged slightly. Sorta like a tail.

This was weird. But! It wasn't lunging for her throat yet, so that was a step forward right? "You're very pretty, you know? Good, er... baby. Good baby!"

One awkward belly scratch later and she was in fully and had the door shut behind her. She also had a better understanding on why some people swore off of animals as a home defense tactic. "Now... let me see, where was the office again?" The teen headed deeper in, pausing by a room with a plain sign toward the top that simply said 'Parker'. Opening that door had the large spider behind her scuttling into it, and straight into the largest web structure, she had ever seen. The rest of the room was bare. "Aw, were you locked out of your bedroom? Is Parker your name?" The spider seemingly chittered something horrific sounding back by rubbing all of its mouthparts together and Megan promptly shut the door. Right, she could deal with that later. Other things were more important.

She paused in the hallway when a sound rang out, something that didn't come from her, and quietly pulled her bag forward so that she could fish her stun gun out. Juuuust in case.

"...Hello?"