So do you still want sleep studies? Part of that can be done from your home.”I looked over the paper and asked, “What kind of benefits do we get f...r these? What would the schedule be? And what the heck is extreme animal husbandry?”Nurse Gillan blushed and said, “I think we’ll talk about that last question later.”“Well for the sleep studies we’d like you to come in once a week to sleep at one of the facilities but on your regular days, you’d need to stay anywhere from half an hour to an hour. It wasn’t going anywhere, of course, nailed quite securely to the floor. ‘Who was it?’ he asked finally, not looking at me, trying to keep the anger and the tears out of his voice. ‘Does it matter?’ I asked. My voice was gravel, a mixture of rock and dust, of things that were worthless and pointless and just plain fucking annoying. ‘If it didn’t, you’d say.’ He leaned back, tilting his head toward the ceiling, eyes closed. He brought his hands up, fingers massaging his temples. ‘We were broken. Was Hatchers empty like the party house?Shivering, wishing she had worn her Ugg boots instead of the red Converse All-Stars, she tried to understand what was going on. Gunther had disappeared from right atop her, which seemed unassailable now. Her eyes were closed, she thought, struggling to push him off, but she had felt his sudden departure, the loss of his weight. She hadn’t passed out, like she’d thought at first.What about the others? Had everyone downstairs gone along him, vanished at one. I just had to leave immediately; they would have no way of knowing how long I’d been here, and I could put on a charade of having needed some art supplies. As long as the intruders didn’t know me, which was possible, I could sell that story despite the locked door. My nap had been cut short – and that was a serious problem – but now it was time for damage control. I started to get up, but froze when the supply room door opened, which I admit I didn’t expect. There were whispering voices. I’m.