She lifted her head and saw him standing in front of her. He was leaning towards her holding a double-edged knife which he’d already used before and...she remembered. “Ok, looks like he’s running out of ideas. Here we go for another round!” she thought.Deep down she wanted to yell at him, tell him what a sick bastard he was, but she knew very well that it’d do no good. She’d reacted that way the first time she’d been tortured and back then her torturer, some hideous guy named Dash, had actually. Strange I thought, but I kept silent waiting on my number to be called. By halftime, I was still sitting on the bench in the same spot. I had no idea what to think as we went in for halftime tied at 10-10. Once again the coaches were verbally aggressive, pointing out missed opportunities to score. We had played pretty well defensively, only allowing ten points. By the time the fourth quarter started, I was totally confused. We were losing 24-17, I was still seated, not a stain on my uniform.. I stop on the other side of the line. I smile warmly and say, ‘Hello.’ I have the board under my arm. She smiles indulgently. ‘Hello. I just thought I’d tell you, I love to watch surfers, I find them fascinating.’ This is all said slowly with just the barest hint of sarcasm. She smiles yet her arresting blue eyes seem hard and cold. She has shiny black hair hanging stylishly to her shoulders. She hasn’t been in the water, she doesn’t go to the beach to swim in the filthy ocean. She raises her. You really think Susan’s never Googled you?”With an odd shimmer, the audience and cameras vanished, leaving them alone.“So, anyway,” Suzy-Q said, clasping her hands. “You figured out that the assassin was deaf and that’s why The Thing didn’t work. He was also apparently suicidal. So, you’ve got one answer that brings with it more questions.”Helena gave it more thought.“Yeah, like ‘who’d think to send a deaf assassin after me?’”“Well, I see you conjured a qipao for yourself to wear; lovely, by.