We burst through the front door and find the Thing sitting on the couch with a girl by his side.

But not one of our girls.

No, it’s the infamous Kali Rose-Kennedy that stares back at me.

And standing in front of the fireplace, bags under his eyes and hair disheveled, is none other than Principal Vaughn.

“Hello, Bernadette,” the Thing says, dark eyes sparkling. “Take a seat, and let’s talk.”