Please, God, she thought. She slid out the single sheet of paper. She was in. She was in. She felt like she’d reached the end of a long journey. Imm...ediately, she got online to YouTube, and watched videos of Georgetown. Finally, she’d be getting out of this town. Her parents would be thrilled, but also maybe a bit worried as to how to pay for it. She didn’t care. She didn’t care if she had to borrow every cent of it (which she probably wouldn’t; her parents weren’t poor), she was going. They. Adams! Mr. van Hoek, Ms. Mills, and Ms. Rice are expecting you! Just go through the door to my right and walk all the way to the end of the hall. Mr. van Hoek is in the corner office.”“Thanks, Anne,” I said, reading the name plate on the reception desk.“You’re welcome. If you need anything just dial 00!”“Thanks again!”She buzzed me through the door and I walked down a long hall to a corner office with a view of the Ohio River and the stadiums. Despite having given up on baseball, I was. The motion was actually strangely relaxing. Benchley wondered if this was what a waterbed felt like.A waterbed seemed about right, Benchley realised. As impossible as it was he was lying right on top of the centre of the pool. Not sinking in, but actually lying on top of the surface. How was it possible? He wasn't Jesus Fooking Christ. He couldn't walk on water. There was no way he should be just floating here.Something had changed the water beneath him, turned it into some form of weird. " Look, at least try it on here in my room where it's just the two ofus. That way you can see how it looks and decide if it's really thatbad." All right, I'll try it on. Where should I change? I don't want to haveto leave the room incase someone's walking by." I don't think anyone will be walking by. But if you want you canchange in my closet - I think there's enough room in there for you tostand up."I entered her closet and closed the door. "Leave your underwear off -you don't want people to.