Never know when opportunity will strike." Yeah. Maybe I should grab my camera and head over there right now," Stan said. "You don't need me here for a...while, do you? I might be back before you leave, but if I'm not," he snickered and winked, "then you know I got lucky! I'll just tell them that I'm the official photographer for Brookhaven. That ought to impress them!" Hey, no problem Stan. Is the door self locking in case you don't get back before I pack up?" Nah... it's a dead bolt, but I'll. Emily found herself in a huge warehouse where an old woman in a wheelchair and a middle aged man sat watching her.Immediately fearful, she started to scream but since they did not seem to be imminently dangerous and since they could have easily killed her already if they had wanted, she asked the most obvious of questions."Where am I?" Where is not important, my dear Emily." How do you know my name?" We know a great deal about you, Emily." Who are you?" the teenager demanded."Names are of. It sure hurt the farmers though. And poor Alice lost her part time job. You know how she was working for that fruit outfit, in their apple orchard? No more apples. They all froze. Mary and her little 4H friends did OK, but that's because all the animals have fur. Mary's little lamb was frisking around in that cold like a kid in a swimming pool. And the rest of us were turning blue! Are you sure I can't come live with you?"Her question was a joke. Bob had been trying to get his sister to move to. Her knees fell open even wider, and she gave a little groan as she awaited the first searing attack of the dog's hot wet tongue.But it never came. There was a thunderous knock at the front door, and Champ quickly jerked his head around."Oh no, no, Champ," the desire-ridden girl implored, "come on back. It can't be anybody important." But the pounding went on, and the big dog trotted from the room, the hair bristling on the back of his neck and an ominous growl coming from his throat."Oh damn,".