Hayley Atwell

"John, we need to talk." Hayley said.

"About what?" I asked.

"You living here. I only took you in because you're an old friend of mine, and that's why I didn't want you paying rent. But you've been here for three years. I expect you to have a job by now. I know you were a hypnotist, but you have a psychology degree. That should account for something."

"How about this?" I said. "I hypnotize you, and if I can get you to do something you wouldn't normally do, I get to keep being your roommate."

"Deal," Hayley agreed.

I soon was swinging a pocket watch in front of Hayley's eyes, and she was soon in a trance.

"I thought we were friends," I said.