" Ah, a window!" exclaimed Signor Pastrini, --"utterly impossible; there was only one left on the fifth floor of the Doria Palace, and that has been l...t to a Russian prince for twenty sequins a day."The two young men looked at each other with an air of stupefaction."Well," said Franz to Albert, "do you know what is the best thing we can do? It is to pass the Carnival at Venice; there we are sure of obtaining gondolas if we cannot have carriages." Ah, the devil, no," cried Albert; "I came to. " Yes, it took me twice as long as it normally does. I will be here." Thank you. I will see you shortly. Good-bye." Good-bye," she said, hanging up.Toby sighed again and pulled the map book out of the pile of papers on his passenger seat, flipping to the paperclip that held Helen Diggs address and map page. He preferred paper maps to the GPS units that the rest of the technicians seemed to be in love with. Maybe it was because he liked seeing more than just a little window on where he was. And this is the continuation of my Halloween story.(Chapters one through ten of the story can be found in Part One, andPart Two of "The Library: Rewrite")- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -11. Going Downstairs.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -*** Mark ***I looked at the girl. She was looking at me as well. I shivereduncontrollably. Lightning cracked again, and I heard the rain start tofall.I never felt so scared in my. There was one bright spot, however: a blonde named Suzy. I know her name now, but I didn’t know it at the time this story happened but I knew her face – and body – for sure. She was about averaged sized, nice body, with shortish bleached blonde hair. She was attractive, but not enough to make it as a model or whatever profession she was out there to pursue. That made her seem all the hotter to me. She often came and went in tight t-shirts and shorts, and if I was lucky, I could catch glimpses.