So there I was one minute in heatwave New York with Kate, then the next? Peru. Where it's *even hotter*.

I gotta get a better job.

Maybe.

Yeah...okay.

This looks bad.

No need to panic! This actually feels sorta familiar.

This reminds of that one time in LA when... Uhh...

Nah, I got nothing.

Think I just bought myself a good five years of nightmares.

Some much needed me time.

You know the number one trick to identifying trained killers? Read their goddamn Twitter bios. Every time.

Starting the weekend early!

Sometimes all the purple stuff is in the wash.

You're probably wondering how this whole mess started. He was a skater boy. She said see you later, boy. Can I make it any more obvious?

Who's paying this guy?

[Adjusts sunglasses, peering up at the sky.]

Lots of people in costumes running and flying about lately.

Like, literally flying.