"That's great," Eliot said, not sounding nearly as enthusiastic as Kathy probably would think he should. "Sounds like he's got his work cut out for him."

Being one person in the face of a zombie outbreak, with a skill he couldn't teach or pass along to anyone else.

. . . Okay, seriously, had the kitchen staff put on Fantasia or something? He could swear that was "Night on Bald Mountain" playing.

"Alright, let's hear the bad news."