I descended down the stairs in the living room to find mom sitting on the couch with a mirror in her hand, she was applying the liquid bindi on her fo...ehead."Wear the formal shoes." She said without looking at me, I had worn the sports shoes because it was going to be a long night and my formal shoes are not so comfortable."Mom, they are so uncomfortable, I can't wear them whole night." I protested."Either you wear the formal or you are not going with me." Mom answered in a strict tone, giving. "Ladies this has been fascinating but I have things to do." She thanked them and went to her bedroom as they hurriedly cleared the table.Maddie looked at her meager stock of clothing. What did one wear to buy a BMW? Probably anything one wanted as long as one's checkbook was large enough, she thought. Of course, she didn't intend to actually pay for the car, so maybe she ought to dress up a bit. She didn't want to wear her slightly funky clothes from yesterday; she should have had them cleaned.. I could tell that someone had messed around with my data, hacking in and modifying things. I dug into the logs, forgetting that I was supposed to be getting dressed. There were strange signs all over the place. Histories erased. Some of the illegal modifications I made to my phone, jail-breaking it, had been removed. I opened up my social media accounts and saw that I hadn’t posted anything since Tuesday morning. I usually was involved in a number of groups on Facebook talking about science and. Most are skilled enough to not need our professional rescue services, but invariably accidents do occur and the Pauwau Mountains are no place to be trapped if one occurs. There was occasionally the issue of handling a drunk or troublesome tourist, but since most of the town industry utterly depended upon those day-trippers they had to be handled with baby gloves, as gently as possible. My father was superb at this, he almost never issued a traffic ticket but with a few friendly words could.