She looked ridiculous. She had rolled her pants legs up so they looked like really short shorts. She'd also tied her shirt up so it looked like some w...eird cropped top that stopped just beneath her breasts. She'd also stuffed the shirt to make her breasts appear larger. She bounced towards me with her arms extended and hugged me desperately.Two orderlies came into the room and separated us."Tell them who I am," she said. Her eyes appeared maniacal and she kept looking around the room."Who should. They’d found the hidden wormhole and the first Mars expedition, and they were going to take their home from them! David was saying something about a missile salvo, and the wormhole opened as she nailed the entry vector and fired the engines. Darkness, a hellish light, and ... smoke? Something. A light? She looked at it and - her eyes opened.Soft light filtered through the room, and she stared up at a pastel blue ceiling. Funny, it looked just like the one she’d seen when she’d gotten the flu. "Ouch!" said Henrietta."No speaking" said the stern Muriel Groosce. "Hit her again and hit her six times! I will brook no disobedience."She walked up and down the room a few more times and found more faults with the shivering terrified girls. Many a shapely and delicate posterior, in the luscious bloom of youth, had its ripe and rounded firmness covered with red lines before the evil Muriel's work was done that Christmas Eve! Finally she strode off to her own room to sleep the sleep of the just. The wind was also driving the ice crystals into the metal sides making a sound that reminded you of sand being dropped onto a drum. But there is a different sound. A tapping sound that was not in the rhythm of the storm's song.Moving to the front of the bus, I heard it more distinctly, someone or something was rapping on the door. I couldn't see anything in the sea of swirling white. Friend or foe I was not sure, but I could not in good conscience leave whomever it was to the certainty of.