First: Instructions. What were they likely to send me for? Obviously, not for a dress. What about Gaspazha Alana's baby? It must be something for Dmit...y. So, that would mean a baby shop or an Apotek (4). I open my eyes to look around me. All the names of the shops are unrecognizable! There are letters I hardly seem to recognize, like 'S'. Some of the 'M's have been written upside down so they look like W. The я has been written the wrong way round so it looks like R. Even the people look. “Susan,” Mr Mae said when we came up for breathe, not actually pushing me away. “What? We are the only ones here, it’s not like anyone is going to know. Plus I am 18 and leaving in a matter of months anyway so it doesn’t even matter,” I said still channelling the sexy confidence of Abigail. “Yeah but you are still a student,” Mr Mae said. “But not your student. No one is going to know,” I said pulling him forward so that I was now standing against the table. This time Mr Mae didn’t reply.. If I hung up he would call me back and if I shut off my phone he would be pissed. I let him talk."Where you going?" he wanted to know. So did I."He wants to know where I'm taking you," I looked to my passenger for directions. She was removing the contents from one of her bags and opening the other one with her left hand. There were no rings on her hands, but that could be because of her work, which was obviously outside."Do you know Harmon Way?" she asked as she placed four of the beers on top. It was unnatural in a horribly invasive, hard to describe way. She watched Derrick unscrew the inflation bulb and attach it to the tube’s second port. A few seconds later, the balloon deep inside her esophagus swelled. It was ten times worse than what she felt in her stomach. Casey was overcome with the urge to gag, to cough and spit out the huge foreign object that was filling the hollow of her esophagus, but she was entirely incapable of reacting. Her body laid limp and still as the balloon.