[I've had a brutal few weeks due to work. I should have mentioned that earlier. I will be returning to this thread again on Friday. Prepare for a more rapid pace.]Posted 17 Mar 2006 18:48:
The moans of the half-dozen people are more clear now, and sound less like gibberish, but they are repeating themselves...
"Mary, why? ... Mary, why? ... Mary, why?"
"Let me in... Let me in... Let me in..."
"Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah!"
They're perhaps a hundred feet away now, and headed directly for the trucks. Henry has his truck in gear, waiting for someone's signal for what to do.
If I show up at your door, chances are you did something to bring me there.