“I think Molly is in trouble.” Bulldog felt as if he had just awakened from a dream. He swept away the cobwebs from his brain and his eyes became clear and bright again.
“I think Molly is in trouble,” he repeated. The others in the room looked at him with blank expressions. “We need to find her. She’s here in the house somewhere.”
James sat slouched down on a couch, his feet up on an ottoman. “I thought we were supposed to stay here,” he said. “Besides, I’m really comfortable, and this program on TV is really interesting.”
“The TV’s not on, James,” Bulldog told him.
James stared hard at the flatscreen. “Huh. So it isn’t,” he replied. “I must really be high.”
Maria shook her head. “No, it’s this vampire shroud thing. Augusta put us under some sort of spell.”
Bulldog jumped to his feet. “The spell is easily broken if you focus hard enough. Well, maybe not easily broken, but still, it’s doable.”
“He’s right,” Phil said. Sitting next to James on the couch, the officer gave him a little nudge on the shoulder. “C’mon, James, let’s get up.” To Bulldog he said, “What makes you think Molly is here?”
“It’s just a feeling that came over me all of a sudden. I was happily shrouded when an image of her appeared in my head. She seemed frightened. She’s here in the house, I just know it. We need to find her fast before something happens to her. Do you think we should split up, Phil, have everybody search in different directions?”
“Oh, no, we’re not doing that.” James interjected. “That’s what people do in horror movies, and then one by one some kid in a hockey mask kills them with a meat cleaver or a chain saw or something. I say we stick together.”
“I think James is right,” Maria said. “There’s power in numbers.”
“Okay, we stay together,” Phil said. “Bulldog, do you have any feeling as to where Molly might be?”
“When I saw Molly in my mind, it’s seemed like she was by a table and chairs. And there was a bow and arrow, too.”
“A bow and arrow? Okay,” Phil said. “Let’s start with finding the dining room.”
“I think Molly is in trouble,” he repeated. The others in the room looked at him with blank expressions. “We need to find her. She’s here in the house somewhere.”
James sat slouched down on a couch, his feet up on an ottoman. “I thought we were supposed to stay here,” he said. “Besides, I’m really comfortable, and this program on TV is really interesting.”
“The TV’s not on, James,” Bulldog told him.
James stared hard at the flatscreen. “Huh. So it isn’t,” he replied. “I must really be high.”
Maria shook her head. “No, it’s this vampire shroud thing. Augusta put us under some sort of spell.”
Bulldog jumped to his feet. “The spell is easily broken if you focus hard enough. Well, maybe not easily broken, but still, it’s doable.”
“He’s right,” Phil said. Sitting next to James on the couch, the officer gave him a little nudge on the shoulder. “C’mon, James, let’s get up.” To Bulldog he said, “What makes you think Molly is here?”
“It’s just a feeling that came over me all of a sudden. I was happily shrouded when an image of her appeared in my head. She seemed frightened. She’s here in the house, I just know it. We need to find her fast before something happens to her. Do you think we should split up, Phil, have everybody search in different directions?”
“Oh, no, we’re not doing that.” James interjected. “That’s what people do in horror movies, and then one by one some kid in a hockey mask kills them with a meat cleaver or a chain saw or something. I say we stick together.”
“I think James is right,” Maria said. “There’s power in numbers.”
“Okay, we stay together,” Phil said. “Bulldog, do you have any feeling as to where Molly might be?”
“When I saw Molly in my mind, it’s seemed like she was by a table and chairs. And there was a bow and arrow, too.”
“A bow and arrow? Okay,” Phil said. “Let’s start with finding the dining room.”
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