" Triss fixed him with an icy stare. "Ahh, fuck it. I'll just clean the pool. Do whatever you want." Her smile quickly returned and she took my hand."...ome with me, Ben," she said, and then led me to the house. I took one last look at my comrades before going in to face the music, and Drew mouthed the words "you lucky bastard" as Derek shook his head. I wasn't sure which one had the right view of things, but it didn't matter anymore. Triss giggled as she pulled me through the door. It was time. He was scared. He had been scared since they left the house yesterday morning and he didn't see how anything could be right again. He had killed a man. More than one he was pretty sure but only one that he knew it was his bullet that killed him. He had seen the surprise, or was it terror, on the man's face. He handed the pistol and shells to his dad. He was scared for his dad too. He knew it was going to be dangerous getting close enough to shoot them with the little weapon."Dad," Jimmy. He wished he did not suffer from depression. But he did. His medication worked pretty well, but hadn’t been effective over the last month or so. And it showed. Sam cried a million tears. Then a few million more followed. No one was there to hear his whimpers and his prayers for relief. And the worst part, no one understood what it was like. Twenty minutes passed and Sam finally reached for the phone. ‘Dr. Smart’s office. How may I help you?’ ‘Hello Helen. This is Sam Shuffield. Is Dr. Smart. ."Homework? Checking up on us? When we come back!?? Gosh, I had not expected that! It's beginning to feel like being in the grip of some sort of secret society. Perhaps we are. But are they really serious? Best not ask, just keep my eyes and ears open. I need to try to remember all this for my thesis anyway. It certainly ups the stress levels, the way in which they assume they are in complete control of every aspect of our lives. But then, thinking about it, they are.George comes back carrying.