Instead, a pink-haired head was bending over the passenger seat of a silver Volvo. Sirius’s stomach fell as he stepped out from the window. He stood for a moment in the quiet kitchen, where the only sounds were his pounding heartbeat, the dripping coffee, and fast footsteps making their way up the walkway. He couldn't believe this. But his shock quickly turned to annoyance, and within seconds it had flared into real anger.