Mumbling an unheard apology to the two smiling men she was now blocking from getting off the escalator, Erica shuffled to the side and began to experi...entally bend her knees. Erica quickly realised her latest predicament. As long as she kept her legs relatively straight, the stockings didn’t put up much of a fight. That was fine, although mildly disconcerting, while in a normal walking gait. However the moment she tried to bend them further, into for example a normal running gait, the stocking. They began to talk. I set the autopilot and headed inside.I made a thorough search of the food situation. For a man ... David did a good job. Ludington could supply the fresh we needed. I made a list.I’ve garnered a few weird tastes ... world travel does that to a person. There are fruits, vegetables, even meats that aren’t available on the North American continent. Some don’t freeze well, some cannot be shipped and some are banned for reasons only known to the government ... and the wealthy. She knew that I was working on something to turn fire into a weapon, but she could not make the connection between the mixture I had made and an offensive weapon.The pile of goo took a moment to catch, and then it flared up into a very respectable flash of flame. It burned for about 15 seconds before it went out. The mix did everything I wanted, except for burning long enough. Examination of the mass of crud lying in the saucer after the fire went out seemed to indicate that I needed more fat. Paul and I asked each other the same question. We each gave the same answer: “No, I had nothing to do with it.”We had a chat with Mike, and I asked point-blank, “Mike, do you know anything about it?”“Nate, if I did, I wouldn’t say.”Of course, Beth and I were interviewed by the police, but they found no evidence that we or any of the other victims of Don were involved. A mysterious group called PJT took credit and used Don’s punishment as their first public statement of promised consequences for.