Consider the fire. Doesn't it make sense to get at least a coupleof paychecks before leaving, just in case?"Jordan sighed."I guess you're right. So, f...ne. I'll continue to be Jordan Nicole. Atleast for now." That's a good girl."Jordan slapped him.* * *Jordan laid in his bed that night. Angela had already gone to sleep bythe time he had finally gotten home. Jordan hoped that she was okay.Jordan's mind wandered to his experiences with Jason at the bar. It hadmade him feel unsettled and freaked.. We were watching carefully to make sure that we did not run into a wall of fog as we drove south. We did not find any, and we wondered just how far the fog had extended away from the source machine. In other words, we wondered just how many people had survived the initial attack by the ETs. You will notice that we had all now accepted Bob’s hypothesis that ETs had been behind the fog attack.I commented, “There must have been thousands of people who survived the fog attack. Sure, people who. He didn’t have to wait long. Andrew and Eric had pulled a tarpaulin from an ornate iron double bed and the Commander was wheeling it into view. It didn’t take Peter long to recognize the occupants of the bed – two store dummies – one wearing a red wig and the other sporting a crescent scar. They were in a most obscene pose, although a sheet artfully draped across their hips hid the actual details. A sign hung above their heads on the cast iron bed head. ‘Peter. Not again. Can’t I get some sleep. .." I chuckle. "Just getting you ready for your fucking is all." Hey! I feel really weird!" Oh, you don't say?" I mock.I move closer to him, and he backs up quickly until he hits the invisible wall of the pentagram. With every step I take towards him I grow larger in size until I'm over eight feet tall. I reach for him with a claw and slowly rip open the front of his shirt and pants."Ooo-la-la! What have we here?" What's happening to me?!" he shouts."Isn't it obvious?" I ask him as his waist.