Clarice Starling woke to the warm sunlight that was pouring through her windows.
Talk about a headache… lucky I didn't die of freezing last night… it's so cold in here…With a shiver, Clarice pushed back the blanket that was draped over her…
Blanket??? What the hell?? I swear that this was in the linen closet the other day…A twinge of fear struck Clarice as she remembered that she no longer had a firearm to protect herself.
Maybe it was just Ardelia… No that's impossible… she's out of town for two weeks…Carefully pulling herself off the couch, Clarice stepped out into the hall and walked cautiously over to the door… which was closed. Closed, but not locked.
Memory Flashed
Dropping the box on the floor…Clarice's eyes widened, she hadn't shut the door…
How could I have been so forgetful…With a shiver, Clarice locked the door and clambered back into the living room. It took fifteen minutes to search the house for anything "he" might have left.
She was pretty sure that It was him… who else could it be…
Well…that's another part done… I haven't really got a plot lol!! Suggestions would be most welcome!!!!!!!
~*AL*~