Looking back, I realize now that it was a VERY good thing that
I was the closest one to the door.
I am making these pages from an obscure corner of our apartment
that Trevor still hasn't thought to check. I can hear Trevor at this moment
pacing the living room with the clippers buzzing at a high speed. I still
don't know if Kaile escaped - but from the the blood curding screams, I
assume the worst. |