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It's St. Patrick's Day and 20-year-old Emma Wright is working hard at training five-month-old Molly, her foster puppy, to become a therapy dog. But her training coach and neighbor gets an emergency call, cutting the lesson short, and Emma volunteers to pick up her daughter at a St. Patrick's Day concert in town.

In this sci-fi comedy, Bonnie Neman is training to be a tour guide at Exponential Innovations, a scientific community run amuck with its own hubris. Javier Costello is a genetic engineer tasked with designing a shrink ray. Together, in a place where even the employees are part of a grander experiment, they'll achieve something impossible.

It's Valentine's Day and 20-year-old Emma Wright just wants her crush to take notice of her. But Colby Davidson, the K9 search-and-rescue deputy, only thinks of her as a kid sister. When her veterinarian boss calls her to pick up a cat at a potential crime scene, she finds herself at the house of the richest woman in Ridgeway. Her father - the sheriff - and Colby are there. They both dismiss the untimely death as a heart attack, but Emma finds clues that it might be something more. Did the software billionaire die of natural causes, or was it murder?

Far into the future, it's the day before Black Friday, and the entire family is gathered for their annual Red Thursday feast. Unfortunately for Dahlia, she's the only child at the party. Thankfully the AI that lives in her contact lens is letting her break a few rules.

Dear Mama, Gus came into my life several years ago. During my final year of college, I was abducted by a vampire. To say the big oaf saved me from certain doom is an overstatement, but that's how we met. Honestly, I have a tough time thinking about it. Between the kidnapping and all the carnage that followed, I changed. A lot. That was the first time I died. That was the night everything fell apart. Love, Millie.

Dear Mama, I'm not dead. Sorry for the deception. I never died in that fire. I've spent the past several years travelling with an immortal monster hunter named Gus. He's a crude alcoholic with no regard for humanity. I'd even say he's worse than the creatures we kill. Anyway, I'm just writing because, if one day, my body is found and you're contacted, I need you to promise that you'll cremate me immediately. I hope all is well. Love, Millie