Ete opened up to sense the mood of his girls. Mostly they were saddened by the death of the mothers. Right now, they were talking to Phoebe like she w...s a long lost sister, which she was, mostly. Maybe I’ll see you at lunch,” he turned towards his first class.“Wait! Want to bring that movie over to my place?” she said far too quickly.He turned back, shaking his head but smiling.“Might be nice,” he said. “I’d get to meet your new family, I guess. Another time, thanks.”He turned and left before she could come up with any further discussion.Shit.To Tommy’s surprise, the pixie-faced redhead was waiting by his locker when he returned after his second period.“Hey. Change your mind?” he asked,. The bed is huge with four nice-sized bedposts, and lots of comfy warm blankets. Unable to form words I gulp, seeing that you had fully planned this out. You mentioned that you picked the perfect cabin; it was all making sense now. I turn to walk out of the room and you catch me, sensing the hesitation. You lean down to whisper to me, telling me that you will take good care of me and be gentle. I nod, still unable to form words. You place your fingers gently up to my chin and tilt my head up so. She keeps crying about Martin. Any clues?”I knelt down next to the woman. “Ma’am? We’re friends. I’m Mark, this is Emily, and we’re trying to get home. Your captors picked our campsite to drop you.”She regarded me through red tearful eyes. “I’m Lucy Mortensen. Martin is my husband. This is our woodlot. Those men broke into our home, and dragged me and Martin out into the yard. There, they ... they shot Martin, and left him to die! Then, they dragged me back into the trees. They stripped me.