After a minute, Mom came back in the room, this time wearing the apron that she often wore while in her gorilla form. And she was carrying a tray with...several cups on it, handing one of them to me. I smiled as I picked up the mug of hot chocolate, thanking her before taking a sip. It even had the marshmallows in it that I liked. None of us said a word as we sipped at our chocolate and watched TV, or at least pretended that we were watching TV. There was no doubt that not only my attention was. Always the same man, same bed, same bathroom, and same face in the mirror.Try as I might though, I could not recall the face. I recall that it was frightening, but as for details, it was all a blur, except for the eyes. Yes, the eyes. It was yellow and the pupils were slits, similar to the ones on a cat. I supposed it was rather mesmerizing, if one didn't mind the splashes of blood that covered the face. Inside the pupils though, it was filled with fire and cruelty.That was as much detail as I. It was my turn to smile.“Well, that’s the idea,” I said. “I like to think that people have as much fun reading them as I did writing them.”“Which ones exactly did you look at?” I asked.“I enjoyed your funny poem, about the pirates.”“Oh, that was just a joke,” I said, “It didn’t take me long to write.”“Well, I liked it,” she insisted. “Then I read `Alfresco Fucking` or whatever it was called and that was really naughty; especially with the boys fucking each other; I wasn’t expecting that, but it. .. By name! 'Hey, Carter, ' he said!" Where's Ingmar? It might be... them -- out there." I don't think it was them," Harry said. "The man sounded -- he sounded -- friendly." Find Ingmar, will you? We need to ask him how he wants to play this." I headed down to the fourth floor, to the radio transmitter.Nobody was talking when I got there. The radio, as usual, was silent except for a moderate buzz of static. Ingmar showed up along with Harry, who was telling him what had happened."If the guy.