" Okay, so?" So, the reception is being held at the St. Regis in Atlanta, and I was just told by one of my other sorority sisters that I need an escor... for the evening. I immediately thought of you. Would you be kind enough to escort me to the reception?" As long as you don't insist that I participate in the garter toss contest, I will be happy to accompany you. At the St. Regis, huh? I assume it is black tie." Yes it is. Sorry." Oh, that's fine. No problem. I just wanted confirmation. This is. I took O’Flannagain and Eachna over to the conference room and made a video of their testimony as well as explaining about the Magic alarms, and how they worked and were used. The video was then transmitted to the Franklin.In the meantime, things here had settled down some. The assault vehicles had been returned to their parking spaces. One remained on alert beside building 3. Most of the Marines had stood down, and only one squad at a time was on patrol around our buildings, and the one that. But I'm scared. And I know, I'm Sam Puckett and I'm not afraid of anything! But I'm scared of this. So it's easier to just look away and pretend things are fine. It's only bravery if you're scared to do it in the first place. And I've always been a coward.There's still blood in the studio when we go up to do iCarly. Messy smears that have been wiped up and then rushed away from. I never did live up to my promise to clean it up. Carly's eyes slide away from it and she flicks her eyes at me. Looking back, I noticed Brad casting furtive glances toward my tent. I came back to stand beside him. "My girlfriend's totally out." I said. "Those pot cookies..." Yeah, um, what'shername, Kristy, is comatose, too." Jeez, he couldn't even remember Kelli's name?He was still surreptitiously glancing at my tent. I had an idea."I'm not tired at all", I said. "I think I'll head back to the beach for a while." Uh, yeah", he turned back to me. "I'm tired... probably head back to my camp when I'm done.