"There, there..." She cooed. "Is that better Tattoo?The black mark...And then I came to my senses."Rachel... what is happening!"But that didn't even c...mmunicate it."It's okay, Ruby, he's going to be fine!"Her voice came out giddy and excited, but with a strange timbre that made her sound stoned. Rachel's tiny body nestled up against me, all the tense and fearful excitement from only seconds earlier dissipated with an almost unnaturally instancy, surging from her to me. I thought of that thing. The he got up and stuck his hands in his pockets. “I think I’ll have a glass of sherry young lady,” he announced. “Do you like a sherry shandy?! He asked her.“Oh I don’t know, what’s it like?”“OK you’re about to find out then!” he laughed.She laughed too and closing her book, raised herself from the table and stood fingering her hair in the mirror above the mantelpiece.Dan returned bearing a small round tray with drinks. She turned taking the glass of sherry and sipped it looking him in the. I mentioned changing into some athletic shorts, and he agreed. Since we hadn’t unpacked yet, and someone hadn’t thought of labeling boxed, he just borrowed mine. I dropped my pants and grabbed a pair of black shorts, while he hesitated, looking at me, then biting his lip. Halfway through pulling them up, I noticed the awkwardness and looked up. “What’s up dude?” I asked, a puzzled look on my face, as I slid the shorts slowly the rest of the way up.He squirmed a little, fumbling with the shorts. You aren't going to kill us or anything like that. Just fix matters so that the police won't be looking for us." That I cannot do," said Madame Suzcha. "The authorities have read the note. They have investigated your schemes. They will continue to be searching for H. James Whitley and Charles van Zandt III." She paused for effect. "But you two will no longer be those men." Impossible!" Whitley said. "What are you a make-up artist? Or is there a plastic surgeon hiding in here somewhere?".