“When we leave this room, I want it to look as if we were never here.”“That’s not right away, is it bro?” Darren asked as he nudged against ...lthea, who was only speaking when spoken to – a little gift from Michaux that would be fixed by the end of this trip.“I need to scout this campus for an idea – maybe a body to snatch. Everybody else can knock his or herself out.”Clothes were already being shed as I stepped out the door.Windsor was a remarkably beautiful college, especially compared to some. He put the bra on he didn't realise howbig his gran was then he remembered old peoples breasts sag,it needed alot of stuffing . He put on the white blouse buttoned to the top andslipped into the skirt, then slipped on the shoes. He slipped on a goldcross necklace some clip on pearl earrings this gave him an idea hewould call himself pearl. To his amazement he noticed his gran's weddingring she never took it off in 40 years of marriage until she becameunwell, he wanted to have her buried with it. Her flesh was red from the heat, and blisters were forming on her arms. There was no sense of time, no clocks, windows, no telling if it was night or day, but time did not matter now. The only thing one could do was wait, for what no one knew. Kate tried to remember the events that led to this, but to no avail. The last thing she could recall was Megan being at her apartment. Megan felt like shopping. Saturday and Sundays were her only days off, and usually on those days, she liked to relax at. And though it wasn't obvious from the image in the mirror, he stood 5 foot 10 and was beginning to get a bit heavier around the middle. It was a reflection that Howard was very familiar with. The reflection of Howard Bell, a low level manager for the company he worked for."Damn," Howard muttered as he splashed some water on his face.He couldn't wait to get home and get some rest, especially not with the way he'd started to feel a bit tired over the last hour. It was as though the energy had.