Today, we can bring you news of the hows and whys of Miss Jean Louis' personality quirk of loving Misha Collins.
About a decade ago, Miss Jean Louis was walking down an undisclosed street when she saw a person sleeping on a street bench. Being the kind-hearted soul that she is, she would have noticed this person anyway, but she really noticed because the person was dressed as a hedgehog. While the costuming was not as spectacular as it could have been, it showed good effort. The human hedgehog's face, in sleep, was concerned, worry wrinkles spreading across his forehead. There were dark circles under his eyes, but smile lines around his mouth and temples. This hedgehog liked to laugh.
"He looked a little lost, a little worried, and in need of a better costumer, so I waited and watched," says Miss Jean Louis. As she waited she began to feel that this hedgehog was pretty special, a little mad, but pretty special. This wasn't a bus stop, so the hedgehog wasn't waiting for transportation. The hedgehog had no visible baggage, though Miss Jean Louis sensed there was probably some psychic baggage for this rodential being.
The only identifying marker was a small tag pinned just above the hedgehog's heart. "If found, return to Victoria." Miss Jean Louis knew what she had to do. This hedgehog human must be returned to Victoria. Soon pigeons began to land on the human hedgehog. Miss Jean Louis calmly and quietly shooed them away.
When the hedgehog finally opened his eyes, Miss Jean Louis stared in the crystal blue depths. The hedgehog smiled a toothy, beatific, slightly crazed grin. "I am taking you to Victoria," Miss Jean Louis announced. "Oh good," said the hedgehog, clearly relieved. Miss Jean Louis hailed a cab, carefully seated the hedgehog in one side and sat on the other. She pulled a protein bar and a bottle of water out of her stylish shoulder bag and said, "Hydrate." The hedgehog said, "Thank you."
"Where is Victoria?"
"Always in my heart," said the hedgehog.
"And where else is she?"
"The Hilton," said the hedgehog.
"In this city and state, or elsewhere?"
"Excellent question. This planet. This state. This city. Just on the other side of town. The busses shut down after 3 am, so I started walking. But I got tired," said the hedgehog.
"That is understandable," said Miss Jean Louis. "We're going to Victoria, at the Hilton on the other side of town," Miss Jean Louis announced. The cab driver grunted and began to drive. "You know, hedgehog spines are not as curved as these. These are more like porcupine quills," Miss Jean Louis said kindly but critically. "I just feel like if you are going to dress as a small mammal, you should get the features right."
"Thank you for the feedback. I will take that under consideration," said the hedgehog thoughtfully.
When the cab pulled up the Hilton, the hedgehog tried to gracefully exit the vehicle, but the mass of the suit made it difficult. He became wedged in the door and began to laugh a loud, horsey laugh. The sound brought joy to Miss Jean Louis's heart. She helped him out of the cab, calmly took his elbow and escorted him up the stairs.
When they came to the elevator, she asked what floor.
"17," said the hedgehog.
While the elevator rose, both Miss Jean Louis and the hedgehog hummed along to the musak. The doors opened, and Miss Jean Louis helped the hedgehog out of the small confining box.
"What room?"
"1720."
They walked down the hall. The patrons on the floor smiled at the hedgehog as he affably waved and shouted greetings for the morning. Miss Jean Louis admired his vocabulary.
When they reached the door, Miss Jean Louis briskly wrapped on it. It was opened by a lovely woman with dark brown hair haloing her head, a ready smile on her face.
"There you are, Misha." She leaned in and kissed the hedgehog thoroughly on the lips.
"I am assuming you are Victoria," said Miss Jean Louis.
"I am," said Victoria, holding out her hand.
"I am Miss Jean Louis," Miss Jean Louis said shaking Victoria's hand and smiling.
"You better come in, Miss Jean Louis," said Victoria.
"She should probably stay," said the hedgehog named Misha.
And so she did.
