The demons, or whatever they were, had him neatly boxed in! If he wasn't careful... His thoughts ground to a halt as a voice called out a sharp comman... from behind him. He slowly, carefully, turned his head, his spine crawling. The second demon had moved with uncanny speed and stealth to come up behind him. The command was repeated, and he could well guess its meaning.He straightened up slowly and carefully from where he crouched, lowering his bow and letting it fall at his feet. The small. They slipped into the shadows of the night with evil grins and lustful eyes as they made it to her building. They already knew her name by following her around. They saw what floor she was on by the mailboxes, room 32B.They pulled at the door only to find it was locked. One pulled a sickly looking spike stabbing the lock with it as part of the lock popped out the other side landing on the rubber welcome pat covered in dust. They entered laughing as they sprinted up the stairs. Their clawed toes. God knew what Stephen was preparing, but the aroma of frying onion, garlic and bacon caressed my rumbling tummy. Just then he turned up the music and there was a spring in my step as I danced back into the bedroom. I head-banged my way into the walk-in wardrobe to the strains of Love in an Elevator, grabbing one of Stephen's t-shirts and slipping it over my head. It was one of those days that seemed to get away from me. But I didn't mind.It wasn't wasted, I thought as I checked my hair in my. Looking at the river from a European point of view the Mississippi doesn't make a lot of sense. If a border river changed its channel overnight in Europe, the residents of ... oh ... say ... France ... could find themselves in Germany or vice versa. Many years ago, it was a calamitous happening.The River is the Border. Period.In the US, the channel moves in mysterious ways and a change in location does not make a change of state. The river might wander to Hell and gone but you are still a.