When's the last time you wrote a phone number down, hmmm?" Then answering her own question, "Never, right?" Baby, it's not the same..."But Arlene wasn...'t giving up. "Why not think about a big, bright red snowplow made out of the energy you're trying to control. Then imagine it pushing the snow toward the pile."Jeff barely managed to stifle a sigh of frustration. But not wanting to hurt her feelings by telling her she didn't understand, he, almost lackadaisically, thought about the snowplow that. Normally we parted in the cab when it reached my apartment building. That night I invited my companion up for another drink. Without any discussion of how the rest of the night might go, Tara agreed. We went up to the apartment, kicked off our shoes and opened a bottle of wine."Well, here's to another busted evening." Seems to becoming a pattern." Yeah," she shrugged. "Perhaps for the best. Men do tend to complicate things." Can't argue with that. I mean by now we would be trying to find a way. The ceiling follows suit, pieces falling down in large chunks. “Damn you, human! No one has ever gotten the best of me. I’ve killed many of you and I’ll be damned if you are the first!”Diving, Spencer’s mind is only on one thing. He scoops up his gun, rolling up to his feet into a crouch. “Yes, you will be damned,” he says. Then pulling the trigger, he empties all the rounds into the breast.The overabundance of holy water shifts through it, creating a massive light just before it explodes into. Besides, they seem to have all their equipment with them today. We would just be in the way. And... this crew is fresh. They would be laughing at us, shortly," Jeff laughed along with Frank.As they stepped up on the back porch and Jeff reached for the door knob, they heard Diana squeal, "You what?"When they opened the door, Diana had Margaret in a bear hug. "Oh, wonderful. Wonderful!" she cried, almost dancing with the older woman."You didn't?" Jeff said, grinning at Frank."Uh, I guess I did..