It." Like your dreams are perfectly normal," I said. We were finishing our lunch at a table in Tarber's Cafeteria. The food was good, cheap, and serve... promptly. Largely because we served it ourselves. For those reasons, and because it was right around the corner from the newspaper's office, it usually attracted a large crowd of reporters and editors. Rachel and some of her fellow editors, in fact, were sitting at a table about thirty feet away.I never went there on Mondays. Allison and Eric. " It's all part of the job," Elisa told him. " To protect and serve... no matter what." She got back in her car, and speed toward the sound of laser-fire.Construction Site:The supply of steel girders that Hudson, Goliath, and Brooklyn were using to hold the Quarrymen at bay was slowly dwindling."I hope that help gets here soon lads," Hudson said as he heaved another steel missile towards the attackers. "We'll be running out of cover... and ammunition soon."Brooklyn ducked from another volley of. I almost didn't recognize the young woman who stepped out of the hallway. The Liv that stood there nervously looked nothing like Ridgemont's Over Easy.The black eye shadow, black t-shirt and jeans were gone. Even when working for Tracey, the eye shadow was lightened, but still there, as were the black jeans. Tonight, however, Liv wore a tight red sweater and a black denim skirt that came to her knees. It was the first time I had ever seen her in a color other than black or Caterer White.I knew. I suppose it was meant to revive those who had been rescued but neither Liz nor I seemed particularly shaken by the event. The senior lifeguard looked at us. ‘You two knew what you were doing,’ he said almost accusingly. ‘I should bloody well hope so, mate,’ Liz answered. ‘I’m a surf lifeguard instructor.’ ‘Where?’ He asked. ‘Manly Beach, north of Sydney,’ Liz replied. ‘And Manly has some awkward rips,’ the lifeguard said. ‘Yes.’ ‘And you, sir?’ ‘I’m out of practice. I used to be a lifeguard.