June 27, 2004
1352 Hours
Amanda was in her bathroom in her and her husband’s Luân Đôn apartment. She was pacing back and forth. She was nervous, not knowing what to expect. She looked at her watch again. The 15 phút were up. She picked it up and examined it. She beamed and began crying tears of joy. She couldn’t wait to tell Hans. He was stationed in Denmark at the moment but was scheduled to be back tomorrow afternoon.
1824 Hours
Amanda was in the living area of her 5th floor apartment reading. She heard the light pattering of rain outside, along with some thundering. Suddenly Hans burst through the door. He was covered in blood. “Amanda! We have to go!” He đã đưa ý kiến going into the bedroom, pulling out the suitcases and beginning to pack. Frightened, Amanda set her book down and followed him. “Hans! What happened?! bạn weren’t supposed to be back from Denmark until tomorrow! Why are bạn covered in blood!? … And why on Earth do bạn smell like fish?” Amanda đã đưa ý kiến as she examined Hans’s bloodstained shirt. She grabbed his arm and he flung her to the ground. “Amanda! I’m sorry! I…” She got up angrily. “What the hell is wrong with you!? Answer me Hans!” She shouted in his face. “Amanda, something has happened in Denmark. We have to disappear.” Hans told her. Amanda still needed answers. “Hans, tell me what happened hoặc so help me I will go to the police!” Amanda commanded. Hans acted without thinking. He backhanded her in the face with excessive force. “You will not go to the police! bạn hear me Amanda!?” Amanda, on the verge of crying, remained on the ground where she fell when he hit her, frightened, holding the side of her face. Hans’s angry face turned into concern. “I-I’m sorry…Amanda…I…” His voice trailed off. He left the room and went out onto the terrace and stood in the rain. Amanda couldn’t tell him now. She got up, grabbed her cái ví, ví tiền and áo khoác and left as fast as she could. When she got to the sidewalk, she looked up. Hans was still on the terrace, his face in his hands, elbows on the railing. He saw her. He turned and went into the apartment. She knew he was coming after her. She quickly started running, without looking back. She ran around the corner and hid in an alley, behind a dumpster. She saw him run bởi the alley, frantically looking around for her, and then kept running. She waited there a moment, trying to catch her breath. Then she cautiously got up, and took a step phía trước, chuyển tiếp in a puddle. She looked down into her reflection. The bruise on the side of her face encircled her right eye, reached around to her temple, and down to her upper cheek bone. She reached up and traced the edge of the bruise lightly with her index finger. Then she put her áo khoác on and put the mui xe on to cover as much of her face as possible. She peeked around the side of the building. There was no sign of Hans. She saw a phone booth and approached it. She picked up the phone and dialed.
“Hey Sherri…Yeah, it’s me, Amanda…Remember that favor bạn owe me? ...I’m afraid that ngày has come. Look, I can’t talk right now. Where can I meet you? …Okay, I’ll be there in about half an hour.” She hung up. She left the booth and went to a storm drain. Opening her bag, she pulled out her cell phone and credit cards and dropped them in the drain. Now she couldn’t be traced. She then pulled her mui xe up tighter and made her way to her friends’ apartment seven blocks away.
1352 Hours
Amanda was in her bathroom in her and her husband’s Luân Đôn apartment. She was pacing back and forth. She was nervous, not knowing what to expect. She looked at her watch again. The 15 phút were up. She picked it up and examined it. She beamed and began crying tears of joy. She couldn’t wait to tell Hans. He was stationed in Denmark at the moment but was scheduled to be back tomorrow afternoon.
1824 Hours
Amanda was in the living area of her 5th floor apartment reading. She heard the light pattering of rain outside, along with some thundering. Suddenly Hans burst through the door. He was covered in blood. “Amanda! We have to go!” He đã đưa ý kiến going into the bedroom, pulling out the suitcases and beginning to pack. Frightened, Amanda set her book down and followed him. “Hans! What happened?! bạn weren’t supposed to be back from Denmark until tomorrow! Why are bạn covered in blood!? … And why on Earth do bạn smell like fish?” Amanda đã đưa ý kiến as she examined Hans’s bloodstained shirt. She grabbed his arm and he flung her to the ground. “Amanda! I’m sorry! I…” She got up angrily. “What the hell is wrong with you!? Answer me Hans!” She shouted in his face. “Amanda, something has happened in Denmark. We have to disappear.” Hans told her. Amanda still needed answers. “Hans, tell me what happened hoặc so help me I will go to the police!” Amanda commanded. Hans acted without thinking. He backhanded her in the face with excessive force. “You will not go to the police! bạn hear me Amanda!?” Amanda, on the verge of crying, remained on the ground where she fell when he hit her, frightened, holding the side of her face. Hans’s angry face turned into concern. “I-I’m sorry…Amanda…I…” His voice trailed off. He left the room and went out onto the terrace and stood in the rain. Amanda couldn’t tell him now. She got up, grabbed her cái ví, ví tiền and áo khoác and left as fast as she could. When she got to the sidewalk, she looked up. Hans was still on the terrace, his face in his hands, elbows on the railing. He saw her. He turned and went into the apartment. She knew he was coming after her. She quickly started running, without looking back. She ran around the corner and hid in an alley, behind a dumpster. She saw him run bởi the alley, frantically looking around for her, and then kept running. She waited there a moment, trying to catch her breath. Then she cautiously got up, and took a step phía trước, chuyển tiếp in a puddle. She looked down into her reflection. The bruise on the side of her face encircled her right eye, reached around to her temple, and down to her upper cheek bone. She reached up and traced the edge of the bruise lightly with her index finger. Then she put her áo khoác on and put the mui xe on to cover as much of her face as possible. She peeked around the side of the building. There was no sign of Hans. She saw a phone booth and approached it. She picked up the phone and dialed.
“Hey Sherri…Yeah, it’s me, Amanda…Remember that favor bạn owe me? ...I’m afraid that ngày has come. Look, I can’t talk right now. Where can I meet you? …Okay, I’ll be there in about half an hour.” She hung up. She left the booth and went to a storm drain. Opening her bag, she pulled out her cell phone and credit cards and dropped them in the drain. Now she couldn’t be traced. She then pulled her mui xe up tighter and made her way to her friends’ apartment seven blocks away.
Dumb Kowalski's conversation with Skipper
Kowalski: Hi, I'm a penguin.
Skipper: Okay.
Kowalski: Are bạn a penguin?
Skipper: Yes.
Kowalski: Yay! We're sisters!
Skipper: We'd better go outside. It's almost feeding time.
Kowalski: I like feeding things!
Skipper: We are the ones that get fed.
Kowalski: I hate feeding time. Why can't we feed ourselves?
Skipper: bạn can.
Kowalski: Yay! I tình yêu lemurs!
Skipper: Fine. *goes up the ladder*
Kowalski: No, Skipper, don't leave me here alone, with all the monsters! *clings onto Skipper's foot like a toddler*
Skipper: Then bạn can come out with us.
Kowalski: Hooray for fish!
Skipper: *sigh*
Kowalski: Hi, I'm a penguin.
Skipper: Okay.
Kowalski: Are bạn a penguin?
Skipper: Yes.
Kowalski: Yay! We're sisters!
Skipper: We'd better go outside. It's almost feeding time.
Kowalski: I like feeding things!
Skipper: We are the ones that get fed.
Kowalski: I hate feeding time. Why can't we feed ourselves?
Skipper: bạn can.
Kowalski: Yay! I tình yêu lemurs!
Skipper: Fine. *goes up the ladder*
Kowalski: No, Skipper, don't leave me here alone, with all the monsters! *clings onto Skipper's foot like a toddler*
Skipper: Then bạn can come out with us.
Kowalski: Hooray for fish!
Skipper: *sigh*