They went back to the table and returned to their surveillance work. Doug had said Tom was scaring him; well Tom was scaring himself. What Iwas/I up with him tonight? Was Doug right, did it have something to do with a full moon? It bis/b supposed to bring out the crazies, Tom thought. But who's crazy; the men in the white masks, or the guy who keeps seeing them?

There had been two figures on the screen; could it have been Judy and Harry dressed up in those masks? The apartment was dark; the only light was coming for the glow of the surveillance screen. Could they have slipped outside, changed into those outfits and walked in front of the camera?

He tried to think back; had he seen them as he was leaving the apartment to go find Doug? He could not remember; he had left in such a hurry. Maybe they had been outside and hiding in the shadows. Then when Tom came out of the building and was talking to Doug, they could have slipped back inside. Then Judy could have hidden somewhere; a cupboard, or something, and Harry could have waited for them to come back.

That was exactly the kind of thing Doug would think up, and Harry would be quick to go along. Tom was surprised Judy had agreed to it though, she had always stuck up for him in the past, and childish pranks really were not her thing. Or so he had thought.

Tom let out a sigh and reached up to wipe his hair back off of his forehead again. Then it came to him; his hair, his wet hair. If Judy had been outside, her long brown hair would still be wet! But how on earth was he going to check?

"Doug, do you want a coffee?" Tom asked.

"No thanks," Doug replied, his chin was rested on his crossed arms as he watched the surveillance screen.

"I do," Tom said, getting up. "I'm gonna get a cup."

"Ooo-kay," Doug said slowly. "Good for you."

Tom went to the kettle, then picking it up, he announced; "Needs water." He headed for the kitchen and on the way he took a quick look at Judy, curled up asleep on the couch.

The apartment had become cold, and Judy was obviously feeling it because she had her coat on, the hoods putted up and hiding her hair. Tom swore under his breath.

As he stood at the kitchen sink, he tried to work out how he was going to get a look at her hair. He would just have to take a chance, reach under the hood and have a quick feel of it, he decided.

Kettle filled, he crossed the room, pausing once again at the couch. This time he silently reached out a hand towards Judy, trying not to attract Doug's attention.

Suddenly Judy jerked away from him, sitting up and shouting in surprised; "What are you doing?"

Doug was looking over now, his face twisted in confusion. Tom frantically searched his head for an excuse; he had just been caught trying to stroke a colleague's hair as they slept. How the hell was he going to explain his way out of this one?

"I was just checking to see if you were awake," he took her, trying to make it sound convincing.

"Why?" she said, obviously not impressed.

"Because I wanted to know if you wanted a cup of coffee," Tom lied.

"I want to get some rest, and I can't rest if people are looming over me, okay?" Judy replied, wearily.

"Okay," Tom said. "So, that's a 'no' to the coffee, then?"

"Yes," Judy snapped.

"Do you think I should wake Harry and ask him?"

"No," Judy snapped.

"Okay," Tom said.