What I couldn't understand is why. I was a loyal and trusting person. Is that a crime?I didn't know what to do but I had to make some quick decisions.... I took Sandman's advice to heart and knew I had to make everyone think I knew nothing but at the same time sort this out.Physically and tactically I wasn't in Sandman's class so the only way to hurt him was to undo what he had done. They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I had to speak to Doug Peterson.With that decision made I went back to. Sitting in the sand and looking out into the ocean, marveling at the sunset just as I was doing a moment ago. She turned to me, smiled and waved. I smiled and waved back. I grabbed my things and walked down the platform to the beach. I lived right of the beach, about a half a mile in the direction that she was sitting. If I ever wanted to actually meet this woman, this would be the perfect time to do so. I started walking in the direction of my home and her. As I approached her, she turned and. Shit bed, shit hotel, shit sleep, and now he had stubbed toes. Even if the vamps can track you, you really should sleep in your proper bed, Eric. At least then you can sleep deep and proper.He got to the bathroom, set his hands on the tiny sink, and looked into the tiny, warped mirror. Looked like shit. Felt like shit. Everything was shit.“What ... the fuck was that?” He held a hand up to his face, stared into the mirror, and cradled his jaw. No idea, no idea what that fucking was. The dream. I can't tell you how many times I had to reread something to make sure I understood what he was saying." Why couldn't we just read something like 'Huckleberry Finn' or 'The Last of the Mohicans'?" I heard him say, once, that 'Les Miserables' is his favorite book." It is," Lisa said, joining us outside the classroom. "Anyway, Mira, we gotta go or Miss Stevenson will be pissed that we're late." Fuck," I said. "Just what I need. Another reason for that woman to turn me into a show-and-tell.