What bothers me though, is how he got past Charlemagne and Attila.What bothers me though, is how he got past Charlemagne and Attila." "Who? Oh, Mandy's dogs. Hmm. He wouldn't have, um... he wouldn't..." he didn't finish, because Flora's eyes grew wide, and she dashed from the room, barely managing to keep her footing on the slick tile. "Hey wait! shouted Jason, "he could still be around..." He struggled with the cuffs for a while, which Flora hadn't managed to remove, then sat down in resignation when he realized he couldn't get them off. He wasn't about to go running through the house naked, no matter how well he knew the owners. Besides, his feet were still more or less oily, and he didn't fancy negotiating all that tile without the use of his arms for balance. Flora returned in a few minutes, puffing, with a puzzled expression on her face. "S'odd," she said, "'Tilla and Charley are outside, chasing the birds as if nothing's happened. Healthy as horses." She began fumbling with Jason's cuffs again. Finally, she wiped her hands on another towel, and gripping the leather through the towel, managed to unbuckle the stiff straps. "So how did he get in?" Jason asked, wiping silicone from his body with an already saturated towel. "And how the hell am I going to get clean?" he added to himself. Flora looked thoughtful as she dug another towel out of the cupboard. "I don't know...maybe he drugged them. I know for certain he used drugs on me... I still feel a little funny around the edges. Not bad funny, just sort of fuzzy... you know?" "Yah. Hey, what about Mandy?" Both their eyes grew wide, and they managed to jammed themselves in the doorway like two Keystone Kops, in their haste to get into the adjoining room. |