"Well, I’m afraid that this will happen to us."

"Oh, I get it. You think I know the future, and you want me to tell you if we were meant for each other."

"Well, kind of."

"I told you, I can’t remember. For all I know it could be just some silly dream." I said, putting my arm around her.

"But what if. . ." She started and I put my finger to her lips.

"Don’t worry about the dream. This is real, and if it is in God’s will, nothing in that dream matters." With that we stayed silent for the rest of the time. She fell asleep on my arm, and I carried her, gently, up the stairs to her bedroom, laying her inside on her bed. I covered her up, and she reacted by clenching the blanket tight. I kissed her cheek before leaving.

At 5:30, Tracy came down all made up, and we used the fake name Rebecca again. I drove us to the Smoking Gun, where we went in and sat down. "Is there any chance that we’ll be in the show?" Tracy asked.

"Not likely, ah, here comes Pat now. Hey Pat!"

"What, I’ve got all I can do with Steve."

"Steve?"

"Black, my cousin. They’re moving into the area, and are currently staying in my house. What’s worse, he wants my job!"

"That’s too bad. When does the next show start?"

"Soon, but Steve’s sister, Laura, is here with her boyfriend, and Steve’s paying me to sit this one out so he can get her."

"Good, because we don’t want to act tonight." We ate our dinner and left before the show started. Going back to the house, we invited Noah and his wife over to play cards. We then went to bed.

The next morning, I went to Tracy’s room and knocked on the door, there was no answer. I tried again. I burst into the room to find Jacie on the bed. Her wig had been ripped off and the make-up washed off. I ran over to her. She had received a blow to the head, and I couldn’t seem to rouse her. I started CPR, and told Karin to call the hospital, which sent an ambulance over immediately. The doctor and I put Jacie on a stretcher and raced to the hospital. "How serious is it, Doctor?"

"It looks pretty bad."

"Will she soon regain consciousness?"

"No, I’m afraid it’s going to be a while before she recovers enough to talk." I left the hospital and went over to the apartment complex. Stacey had not yet returned, and Tracy was not there either. I went into her apartment and found a note on the dresser"

We know who you are, we know where you live

We know of your plan. We have Tracy. If you

call the cops, you’ll never see her again. She’ll

be back, just like the others, in a week.

The Management.