.. If you could show me something..." Hmm?" Let me see it!"Eddie was dumbfounded. He looked around. "What? Here?"She nodded."No!" Come on!" No, I'm no...!" Why not?"He looked around, and whispered. "I'm not just gonna whip it out here!"She scowled at him. "No, not that! The chart!" Oh! ... I thought you meant..." Well yeah, I'd like to see that too, but right now I just want to see the chart." Oh ... um ... wait here. Let me check if it's clear."Eddie stepped into the boys locker room and looked. Outside Gillian started to walk away, but I restrained her and informed her that the day was not over and she still had some making up do to. With only a token resistance I was able to walk her to my car and got her into the passenger seat. Very few words passed between us as we made our way out of town, I was surprised no questions asked as to where we going, Gillian just sat in silence. As we approached the park I made for the car park near to the lake, and again it was virtually deserted so. " Humming 'Get This Party Started', Cynthia sashayed down the hall, a bounce in her step. It was late but she was almost done and she and Mellody would have a fabulous night that would start right when the food arrived."She left messages at the MCRT members' desks and then went downstairs to await the food.Morrow smiled fondly as Cynthia left. But as she was walking out, his expression changed as his most senior agent sat down, sulking."Director," Franks muttered, slipping into an empty seat. The students were seated on the floor around the storyteller listening intently.Confused, Oscar listened to the stories wondering when the lesson was going to start. He had understood that the class was about Native American culture. At the end of an hour and a half, the instructor dismissed the class. Once the other students cleared the room, Oscar asked, “When does the regular class start?”The instructor, a middle aged man by the name of Pale Elk, turned to look at Oscar with an amused.