Stephanie's apartment smelled. After darting out of her apartment for hours only to encounter a neighbor she found too interested in what she was doing, she came back due to all of the frogs filling up the city. As she stepped over yet another frog to unlock her door she suddenly filled with dread...
The window in the kitchen.
She slowly and regretfully opened her door to reveal the dozens of frogs croaking and hopping and, stinking in her apartment.
'My work!" Stephanie thought as she rushed over to the small kitchen table one covered in carefully clipped news headlines.
As she suspected it was matted together with the outer slime of frogs, the ink smeared into illegible hours of pointless work.
As Stephanie reached to clean up the mess of her table, having no idea on how to get the frogs out of her apartment she suddenly stopped, "Ugh, warts," she remembered from her mother telling her when she was a child playing in the garden.
"Stephanie darling, don't touch those things you'll get ugly massive warts!"
Utterly exhausted from her lack of sleep the night before and hours spent running around downstairs she decided to deal with the frogs later and go get some coffee. After dumping a frog out of one of her shoes she headed out the door, all the while thinking about Mr. Evans.
"Why him?" she kept asking. "It just doesn't make sense."
Just then, as she crossed the street, a man grabbed her by her shoulder.
"Ms. Lovett we need to speak with you."
