She picked me but I had to decline. I was the extra body guard and would keep an eye on the hallway, since we were all on the same floor. So Jenn pick...ed Gator which was fine with me."One last thing, bodyguards keep your pants on," I said."Does that apply to me as well?" the Brit Chick asked."Especially to you," I replied. "Now you can all decide where to go for dinner or we can all go together. Just let me know what you want to do."Jenn came to me later and said, "Most of us are willing to eat. Jasmine sat up just as Izial burst through the door, his eyes a blazing red.“What in Hades happened?” He yelled frantically, dashing toward the mess. “I was trying to escape from your prison, you monster.” Jasmine glared at him.“You could have killed yourself!” He gestured dramatically to the scene.“That was option two.” She muttered quietly, rubbing her head.Izial hauled her to her feet and held her shoulders firmly, forcing her to face him. “I may be a monster, but I have no control over. I am a young teenager from M.I.T., and I’m going to sell her on the idea ... the crazy idea that the President of the United States is trying to kill her.”“That’s the other thing...”“There’s more?!” Chris blurted.“I can erase ‘Chris Simpson’ from the records. You’re going to be an alien. As in ... from outer space. I’ve tried several thousand scenarios. Nothing else comes close to working. You’re going to have unearthly powers and know unearthly things.”“Okay. This is nutso. Whoever is running. I left some of the greens for her and fed the meat scraps to the dogs, retiring to the living room to read a book by the light of a kerosene lamp, while she contrived to make the chitterlings I had bought for the occasion edible.A bit later I heard soft padding as she diffidently stepped into the light of my lamp. "What is it, Netty?" I want to wash up the supper dishes, Massa, but they ain't no water."I looked sharply at her "Is the pump broke?"Her hand flew to her mouth as she realized what.