"She paused as if considering what task to assign him, even though sheknew exactly what she was going to say. Then, after letting him squirmfor a few...extra moments, she announced, "You will go to my walk-incloset in the changing room and wipe down all of my boots. I'm not surewhat I'll be wearing later so I need every pair to be perfect. Now go,so I can get back to my phone call," she finished dismissively.He curtsied, then left the room walking carefully on his heels, aware ofhow they made. Diffuse, indicating the room was roughly the same size as the machine shop he just left. The footsteps stopped. Venturing forward, Brody raised his gun. Force of habit. "Who's there?" He heard a zip. Slow and steady. About the length of time it would take to recharge his gun before it stopped, and the footsteps, slow and measured, began again, growing louder, moving right. Brody tensed and tracked their progress using sound alone, towards a shaft of daylight streaming in from the only window. "Sit over there, at least there's a TV and you can watch Toy Story 3 while we wait."I heard a couple of "OK's" as I watched them jump into the open seats at the end. I handed the bored looking receptionist my credit card and waited for her finish up and give me the receipt before sitting down next to the boys. I hope this doesn't take all day I thought. At least I got out of work early today though, it could be worse.I looked up as a woman with her young daughter sat down next to me. I gave her. 'I told you! I appear whenever you want me. I can't help it.' He looked at her, full of emotion. How could someone that she had created, seem so real and alive? She stood, staring at him for a few seconds, before realising that someone could walk in any minute. The library was packed today and she suddenly panicked. She pushed him backwards into the stall with one hand on his chest. Once inside the stall with the door locked, she spoke again. 'Okay, I get that! But how do I make you disappear?'.