It was Natalie’s hand. “Come on,” Natalie said, quietly. “Follow me, alright?” Natalie had found this furnace room earlier in the day. There... were two rooms too. One was for the school. One was for the priests. Natalie led her into the furnace room for the priests. It was empty and it was relatively quiet. She turned this way. She walked down another few feet. She turned to the left and walked down another few feet. “Here,” Natalie said. “Come over here.” It surprised the living heck out of. Go on strike? Just exactly how does a character that's been stuckin limbo hell doing absolutely nothing for years, go on strike? What dowe do, refuse to be read, corrupt our files, or translate our files intoSwahili? Just face it, we're stuck like this until our authors come backand complete us. Either that or some other author takes pity on us andtakes up the torch to finish our stories but that has complications. Itmight piss off our original author. Maybe they are just sadistic assholesand. Valentine. He took his seat, and noticed most of the other boys in the class checking her out as well. Tommy then remembered the penny he had found earlier. Maybe now would be a good time to test if it was really magic or not. It did say there could be a naked girl involved. But that was if he got heads. If he got tails, he would be the one with no clothes on. There was a 50/50 chance. He decided to go for it. He flipped the coin onto his desk. To his relief, it landed on heads.He waited for. "There was another, louder, longer knock. Whoever their visitor was, he orshe was impatient, Pablo thought. "I'm coming!" he said. Rising from hischair, Pablo crossed their living room's threadbare rug, and opened thedoor.His heart nearly stopped, as his eyes widened and his mouth gaped.Standing before him was a police officer, looking stern in his pressedblue uniform. On the wide belt he wore around his waist, there werehandcuffs, a can of Mace, and a .45-caliber pistol. Looking to.