These moments alone in the shower were the only times she even began to feel normal again. Like the water was washing her mind of what had happened th... night before. Like it all might have been a terrible dream and she'd step out and be back home. This time she put the towel back on the rack rather than cover her body, and with a deep breath walked back into his room and her new hell.He was sitting on the bed fully dressed, putting on his watch and fiddling with his cuffs. She stood in front of. Even in my exhausted state, I noticed the difference in the approaching group. There was no hesitation, no stopping, even if a few of the approaching group faltered and fell to the ground. I wondered what kind of magic had been used back there, when they were able ignore their wounded comrades just like that, and simply continue marching on. They were moving at such a speed that I had time to retrieve only three of the five crossbows I had been carrying. Well, fewer things to carry; and I had. Within another moment or two, he could standin a cave full of bioluminescent mushrooms that surrounded a large holein the ground. His dog, the ungrateful mutt, was nowhere to be seen.His keys, though, were on a ledge almost three feet down the largerhole.Looking around, Alex cursed when he could not locate anything more thana small twig to try to reach for his keys. Sighing, he laid down, thefront of his button-down shirt pressing against the earth as he reacheddown to grab his keys. The. I made myself lunch and was trying to think what to make for Kirsten, which took me about 20 minutes to decide. I knew the white wine was chilling nicely and I went back to my book for a couple of hours. Around 4.30pm I started organising the meal before going up to get showered and changed for the night's possible adventure. About 5 to 6, the door bell went, Kirsten stood there with a very wet Duffle coat on and nice high heels, I let her in and took her coat to reveal a blue cocktail dress.