...THE KEY! WHERE'S THE GODDAMN KEY, WOMAN!Dammit, she didn't tell me about the key. I could call after her butshe'd be concerned about my curiosity. ...hy would I be asking so manyquestions about Jenny's missing sleepwear? That wouldn't work. I'll haveto figure this out myself.After some pondering, I decided that if Mom bought a locking nightie andplastic panty for Jenny she would not hide the key. She'd leave it outwhere she can get to it in the morning when she needed to get the diaperoff. When we walked out through the iron gates of the dorm, I could just see the library across the street. The rest of the world was swallowed up in the creature's wooly hide. The mist prickled my face and slid its damp hand up my skirt. The air was still, but I swear I could hear the wind wailing through the dorms. It spoke to me, or to anyone who loved the fog like I did."You," it said. "Yoouuuuuuuuu." This is weird," Brian said."I think it's cool." It was clear an hour ago." It wasn't clear," I. Caroline turned quietly to close the motel room door. And when she did — She found a man standing behind it. He was a head taller than her and wore a dark suit and tie. Before Caroline could scream, he lunged. He covered her mouth and threw her on the bed. She flew like a ragdoll. When she tried to push him away, she could feel his solid, thick muscles under his suit jacket. He pushed her flat against the bed with the force of a single hand. He planted his hand on her chest. His palm pressed. " Yeah, well," Brianna managed, shrugging slightly, "she thinks long and hard about things and doesn't do anything, I do things and probably don't think long enough or hard enough... we balance out." Just... until the end of lunch? Please?" Alright." Brianna gave in, reluctantly. "But ease off a little? She's trying to build up to this, she wants to tell you, she's just scared that you'll turn your backs on her. I guess that's not going to happen, but..." Never. Now, come on, Bob will be.