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Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed reclined in Grissom's massive tan leather armchair with a glass of double-malt in his hand. Ozzy Baxter, stretched out on an exorbitantly-expensive leather sofa, held up his nearly-empty glass to the light from the fireplace and mused on the intricate patterns of reflected light cast onto his lap through the bottom of the glass.

"So he let you off with a warning, huh?" Ozzy asked.

"The cop took one look at me and decided not to push the issue," Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed replied with a shrug.

Ozzy chuckled as he sloshed the last remaining bit of whiskey around the bottom of the glass. "I can imagine."

"You might want to be careful," Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed said. "I don't wanna know how much that rug costs."

Ozzy laughed. "You underestimate my catlike prizefighter's reflexes, amigo." He sat up, very slightly. "Almost empty. I could juggle these glasses if I wanted to." He sloshed the mouthful of whiskey around the bottom of the glass. A little dribbled onto his finger. "Oops." He transferred the glass to his other hand.

It slipped.

Ozzy jumped up. "Fuck!" He lurched forward to catch the glass, which tipped over and spilled its contents toward the Persian rug a few inches away.

The glass and its contents froze in midair.

Ozzy looked at the motionless glass, puzzled. The spilled whiskey rose back into the glass, which rotated upright and slowly glided over to the nearby end table.

Ozzy looked at Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed, dumbfounded.

Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed simply pointed to the doorway behind Ozzy.

His face and form still hadn't aged a day. Eternally twentysomething, with the same piercing cerulean gaze and bemused smirk. But his hair and eyebrows were snow white, as white as the suit and shoes he wore. He smiled and nodded. "Ozzy."

"Damn!" Ozzy shook his head. "Where the hell did you come from?"

Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed nodded. "Philsy."

"Hey, Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed," Phil Smith stepped into the room. "Yeah, you would not have wanted to explain that spill to Griss. I once 'overheard' him reflecting on all the history that was made on that rug."

Ozzy raised an eyebrow and looked at Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed, who chuckled and nodded.

"I sort of let myself in," the telepath explained. "Seems to be all the rage today."

"I thought one of the kids turned the security system on," Ozzy said.

Phil smirked. "Who do you think helped Grissom design his security system?"

Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed regarded Phil's hair and clothes quizzically. "New duds. New do. 'Bout time."

Smith ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't have much of a choice about this," he replied. "The clothes are just personal preference."

Ozzy picked up the glass on the end table and examined it curiously, as though he were measuring the number of spilled drops and not finding any. "I see you've still got the touch... so to speak."

Phil shrugged. "So to speak. I can do a few more interesting things these days too." He looked Ozzy over. "I see I'm not the only one with a new look." He turned and observed Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed, puzzled. "Definitely not the only one."

Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed drained his glass. "It seems like a lot of things have changed for a lot of people."

Phil nodded. "And that's what I'm here to talk about. There are some things you need to know-"

He was cut off by a muted crash of shattering porcelain from some other room, followed by angry voices and a distinctively canine growl.

Phil shook his head. "It can wait. I think I'd better see what's going on."

"Don't hurry back," Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed called as the telepath strolled out of the parlor.

Ozzy chuckled. "The more things change..."

"The more they stay the same," Some Guy Who Isn't Grimm Because Grimm Already Went To Bed finished for him as he poured himself another glass. "Want another?"