PART THREE: WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON

Merton paced around the Lair. In his hand he held Caitence's number. "Should I call or not?" he asked himself out loud. He stopped pacing and looking into space. His brow furrowed. "What's wrong with me? Of course I'll call!" he laughed as he grabbed the phone. He dialed Caitence's number and waited for her to pick up.

"Hi, Caitence? This is Merton. How 'bout I take you to the Hungry Bucket on Friday? Eight sound OK? Good. See ya then. Bye!"