I was the last to get out. By the time I made my way to the front door, Michael and Greta were already inside the warehouse proper.Their silence scare... me. It scared me more than the flying bullets had back at the school. I didn’t know Michael or Greta, not really, but my instincts told me that they were furious and I was the cause.I went inside. The small office was still a mess, but then I had been here only two days ago. Besides, I didn’t believe anyone was worried about what the office. It would be able to house a restaurant in a separate area, but in such a way that people could buy a ticket to the concert that included dinner. I would like to see a place that could sit about 6000 for a concert. A balcony around the stage making those seats premium like a skybox.”“Wow! Do you want it platinum plated too?”“I said it was in a perfect world. In a perfect world I would add that the cost of it was covered completely by a winning lottery ticket!” That made Lynn chuckle.“Let me get. ”“Thanks. This is usually for an enema, but Cal isalready cleaned out. I filled the thing with lubricant,and I want you to hold the pouch high in the air andjust look at my face. Well, maybe close your eyes for aminute, because I’ve got to bend down and stick thistube as far into Cal as I can.“I just saw Cal’s face for a second, and he lookshorrible,” said Wendell. “I don’t know if he can takethis.”“Don’t look at him,” said. If I'm right in what I suspect, that mass of roots and vines weencountered may well be some sort of cocoon." A cocoon for what?" Mitch asked."I can't be certain, but it may very well be the missing Mr. Phillipssince it has appeared so rapidly after his disappearance," Singh said ina grave tone."Pantra," he said holding up his hand for her to leap onto. She did soand looked up at him. "Go back to where we found that lump of roots andvines. Be very quiet as only you can be. See if it is a cocoon.