He can't be alive!" Claire and I thought he was a ghost too when we saw him. After he bought us from the slavers he showed us where you had shot him. ...pparently you hit a rib with each shot and the bullets splintered apart and tore up his chest and side. He said he still has pieces of the shots in him and you would pay for each one. Alex, I'm scared about what he plans to do to Claire and Elizabeth. He's crazy!"I nodded because I was afraid too. I kissed Louise and then looked at Corrie, "I'm. I don't see how that's necessarily a problem for us." Well, a different janitor said he thinks, though he admitted he wasn't sure, but he thinks Ms. Wilde was doing a student in her classroom." I think we can trust the other girls not to say..."Bridget cut her mentor off. Shaking her head, she said, "This girl hasn't been inducted."The implication of that revelation struck Victoria like a slap across the face, "That could be a problem. Were you able to confirm this?"Bridget nodded, "I touched. You look outside the window nearest to you, and you discover to see that it was raining heavily."Shit! Shit! Shit!" You exclaim, and rush to the door and open it quickly. Standing before you is a beautiful brunette of average height. Her hair is plastered over her face thanks to the driving rain. Your attention however is caught by the tight and wet top she is wearing, which is revealing the fact that she is rather busty.Realising you have been staring at her chest for a fraction too long you. Tired promises of see you later, a later that never comes. The constant shuffling of the deck to chase the next queen of diamonds. Not wanting her that way, but needing her, this way. The right way. Something I’m not ashamed to admit. That childish laugh and her womanly heart draw me forward. Out of my shell of past excuses. It’s no use. I throw the vibe onto the chair by the porthole. The moon slowly crosses the open black space. Full, of course. Glowing as she watches over the world. It’s in.