Gabi had an eternity to consider how she should respond, and then take action. They didn't need the man alive, but that other voice, the stranger, had...wanted to hurt this man, too. Gabi decided not to kill him immediately, but she had no qualms about making him feel the fear that she had experienced, and more.Gabi froze him in the first instant, so he couldn't alert the driver. She could tell they had left the Mosque garage because of the light shining through the windshield. She only had to. It was a riot of sound with no one sound overpowering another. She wondered why no one was complaining. She entered his office and saw him behind a desk covered with papers and unused food containers. Due to his height he always looked thin but now he looked like a stickman. He was yelling into the phone while frantically searching for something on his desk. Paper and food containers were flying off the desk including uneaten bits and pieces of long forgotten meals. His clothes had stains of. I found a place mostly out of the way to put my chair down. Mom and Aunt Kate appointed themselves head present passers. In the chaos of tearing paper and excited children, it was hard to track what everyone else was doing.Despite my Christmas letter, Mom and Dad gave me only one piece of clothing, a new coat to replace the one that had been torn when Donbo caused me to wipe out. The new parka was inoffensive beige, long enough to cover my butt, had a hood, and had lots of pockets. Whoever had. “And, the way this family sleeps, you don’t need a bigger mattress, just a couple more pillows.” She patted my hand, looked at me after I had the autopilot set, and smiled. “Thank you, Charlie.”Tressa came up and offered us a drink, a very welcome one and as always, got a caress and a kiss when she gave her kitten a Pepsi. I got a water and of course a kiss and a lurid promise of more. Tressa told Charlene it would be nice to know what the weather was like back home so Charlene did some magic.