"His eyes took on the eerie light again and his voice changed as he said,"Stop what you're doing! You're not welcome here. This area isrestricted. If ...ou can hear my voice then you know that Louis is aspecial boy. Go no farther." Who are you?" Caroline asked, more to herself than to Louis. "LadyJessica?" Yes," came the voice in answer.She stammered. She imagined that there was an auto response system setup. It was just a matter of figuring out the right questions to ask."Who are you?" Louis's. She wants to fulfill her dream even more. But the feeling is ominous because she isn’t sure it will be like her dream or something totally different. The thought of having Rick and Tommy there could be as exciting as the dream was, yet at the same time, not having either there could be just as fun. The only thing she fears is Blackie not fitting in her. She’s afraid of something going wrong and her getting hurt. She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. She hates indecision. She hates the. "Well, technically, theyear's not over yet," he replied, his bow tie smiling at me. I smiled inreturn at his statement thinking to myself, 'What a pompous ass,' andreturned to my seat. The next ten minutes passed quickly and Mr. Benson announced to thedistress of many. "Put your pens down and pass your papers forward." Thebell rang and we made our way for the exit. There was a buzz about theroom concerning the dance. Had I been that far off the radar, I wondered? A week ago I wouldn't have even. "Hi Helen.I thought I'd stop by and see if you wanted to have breakfast, but I guessI'm too late. I see you already have someone to eat with." Frankie, this is Alan Peterson. We work together in the hospital."Alan stood up. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. Whydon't you join us?'Frankie started stepping backwards. "No, I'll leave you two to yourbusiness. I can see that I'm interrupting. It was nice to meet you, Alan.Maybe I'll see you another time. Bye, Helen.Frankie turned.