Jaeh - We should seriously consider putting up huge alarm bells here, blaring "disturbing alert" and it changes color every chapter to show how disturbing it is. I rate this one 9. Seriously guys - you have to take a deep breath, and glass of water, happy music to listen to and maybe a pillow to hug or read with a partner.

Lori- Yeah, that's fair warning.


Ben couldn't stay in the tent any longer. He couldn't be in this same room with that… thing that was used to torture Riley. Instead, he used his panic to spur him on and focused his energy on finding clues.

Ben walked around the tent, and made his way through a series of booths in the back. Boxes had been knocked down, and the dirt and gravel had been disturbed. They've been here. They're close. Hold on, little brother. "Ian! Abigail! Look at this."

Ian and Abigail came running, and Ben pointed at the ground. Ian squatted, and stared at the rocks and soil. "There seems to have been a struggle."

Congratulations for noticing the obvious, Ian. "Yes." Ben wrinkled his forehead in thought, and glanced around to survey the area. "They might be close." I wish I knew more than that.

Abigail kicked at some of the rocks, and frowned. "We're giving Riley way too little credit. I'm sure he'll leave us a clue or something…"

Ian said something in the background to Abigail, but Ben paid it no mind. He was staring intently at a piece of cloth peeking from under some stones. It looked familiar, and Ben pried it loose. White. With red corner stripes and that little Iron Man cartoon in the corner. It was soaked with blood, and Ben's eyes widened. Riley's blood. This is Riley's handkerchief. This is Riley's blood.

"What do you think, Ben?" Abigail turned to Ben, and noticed Ben's stare was a million miles away. "Ben?"

"Abigail…" Ben breathed, and stared at Abigail with terrified eyes. "Look."

Abigail stared at the blood. "I made that for him for Christmas." She stared at the handkerchief. "I made that for him for Christmas," she repeated.

Ian leaned over. "Made what for Christmas?" Ben glanced at Ian with a dangerous glint in his eye. Ian blinked back. "What?"

"This is all your fault."

The next thing Ian knew, he was down on the ground, gravel digging into his back. His head throbbed, and he groaned. "Ben – what – " He spat a bit of dirt. "Ben!"

"This is all your fault you – "

"Ben, get off him!" Abigail pulled on Ben's arm, groaning with the effort. Finally, she was able pry his arm away. She placed a hand on Ben's shoulder, and rubbed soothingly. "Come on."

Ben calmed down a little, and his fist stopped in mid-air. "…you low-life scum. I can't believe you stooped this low, just to get back your money. You're hurting someone innocent, Ian. Riley never did anything to you."

Ian stared at Ben in disbelief. Ben didn't waver, and then Ian started laughing. "Are you kidding, Ben? You both took everything away from me! You took my life, and threw me in jail! You really think I would seriously regret doing this?"

Ben shook his head, and he stood up. "I did. Not him."

There was a brief moment of silence. Ben clutched Riley's handkerchief, refusing to look at Ian. Abigail rubbed his back soothingly, and leaned against his shoulder. Ian sat up, eyeing them. They really care for this guy.

Even though Ian would never admit it, he would probably do the same, even more, if Phil or anyone in his group got into the same situation. And he knew how painful it was to lose not only an employee, but a friend. Losing Shaw had broken the proverbial camels back for him. Because if Ian hadn't kept going, Shaw's death would have been in vain, and in some ways it still was in vain. It was a horrible guilt that haunted him long afterwards.

Ian sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry, Ben."

Ben turned to Ian, disbelief creeping onto his face. "What?"

"All I wanted was the money. It wasn't meant to go this far." Ian stood, and looked at Ben.

Ben glared. "Should have thought of that before doing this. That guy is a psycho, and you still hired him."

"I know."

Ben lightly pounded his fist on a nearby booth. "What's done is done." He sighed, and turned to Ian and Abigail. "Something tells me that we need to find Riley faster."

Riley opened his eyes, and yawned. Wow. I fell asleep? Wow Riley, that was really dumb considering this is life or death situation.

He looked up and was greeted by Devin, a huge grin on his face.

"Good morning starshine. Have a good nap?"

"Superb."

"Glad to hear it. How are your arms?"

Riley glared at him. They hurt him so badly, even while bandaged. But he wasn't about to admit that to psycho-man. "Fine."

Devin smiled wryly at him, and began walking away. Riley followed Devin with his eyes. He walked towards a steel cage, and waved his hand at it. "You like?"

"That little prison? What are you going to do, put me in it?"

Devin laughed. "Oh, you'll see. We'll play in it later. Aren't you excited?"

"You seem to be in a good mood."

"We get to play again! What's not to like?"

Riley sighed. Devin in a good mood? Never good. Devin in a bad one? Hmm. I don't know which one's less evil. "So… what are we going to play today?" His voice came out tired and flat.

"You're not enjoying this?" Devin's expression came out as shocked and confused. "But I thought we were having so much fun!"

Riley's voice was still deadpan, and he looked away. "Yeah. Lots."

Devin grinned, and patted Riley on the head. "Attaboy." He moved towards Riley, and sat on the ground in front of him, cross-legged. Devin tugged on a shoe, and Riley jerked his foot away from him. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Untying your shoes."

The phrase was innocent, but there was an obvious menace behind it that sent chills down Riley's spine. Riley tried to move back, but Devin grabbed his foot. Riley jerked it up, trying to kick Devin in the process, but Devin moved away. "That trick's been done before, Mr. Poole. I've learned my lesson. So no struggling, unless you want to be punished again."

Riley gritted his teeth, and raised his shoe up to Devin's hand. Devin smiled with mock gratefulness, and started gently undoing the knot on the shoe.

"You use these on a regular basis, don't you, Riley? These Converses look worn out."

Riley didn't answer, and instead tried to focus on not moving. He wanted to jerk away, to move as far away as he could from Devin's horribly unnerving calmness.

"Oh come on Mr. Poole, I know you're in there somewhere. Speak up." Devin tugged on Riley's shoes, and Riley yelped involuntarily.

"Yeah, yes I do." Riley whispered, still frozen in his place. The gentleness scared him – the unpredictability of it all… Devin was acting like some kind of parent, preparing a child for the first day of school.

Devin pulled on one string, and the knot loosened. Riley watched as Devin almost lovingly pulled on the laces and then pulled off the shoe. "Uh-oh."

Riley glanced at Devin, and Devin smiled apologetically. "I think your shoelace got broken in our earlier scuffle. Don't worry, I'll fix it later." Riley flinched, and shuddered.

Devin smiled with delight, and moved on to the next shoe, and began humming. "The eensie-weensie spider went up the water spout…" Devin had taken to singing nursery rhymes now, and Riley had never heard those words lose their innocence, and he didn't want to hear it sung in this insane way. He knew for the rest of his life, he would hear this song and shudder. If he survived.

Devin pulled on another end and the shoelace came lose. "Down came the rain – " Devin's hands swooped down to tug on the shoe " – and washed the spider out!"

Devin pulled on the shoe, and threw it to his left. "Out came the sun and dried out all the rain…" Devin tugged on a sock, and threw it back. "So the eensie-weensie spider went up the spout again!" Devin pulled on the last sock and away it flew.

"What… why did you take them off?" Riley whispered, still rigid in place.

"Because you don't need it! You're going to love our next game." Devin grinned, and almost giggled. Now he was once again acting like an excited kid, playing with their new toy.

Why the sudden change of demeanor? "You're insane." Really, Riley? What was your first clue?

Devin just laughed, and started unlocking, Riley's handcuffs, whistling under his breath. Riley's left hand was almost free when they heard something in the distance.

"RILEY! RILEY ARE YOU HERE?"

Riley's heart leapt. There was no mistaking that voice.

"BE-!" Riley didn't even get to finish the name – Devin had a cloth jammed into his mouth immediately and patted him on the shoulder.

"The cavalry is here! I'm going to go greet them – stay here and don't move." Devin glared at Riley. "I mean it."

Riley met Devin's glare with his own, struggling in his bonds.

Ben's here, he's so close. He has to find me. Please, please let him find me…

The night was silent as they listened intently, trying to pinpoint Riley's whereabouts. Ben thought he might have heard something, but it was only for a second.

Suddenly a loud shrieking sound, like a microphone picking up frequency, made them all jump.

"Attention Carnival goers, I hope you're enjoying your stay…"

"Who -?" Abigail gasped.

"That's Devin…" Ian growled.

The intercom blared, and Ben immediately glanced at the speakers above him. "Ian… Ian where's the intercom booth?"

Ian gritted his teeth, and shook his head. "I don't know. I didn't have the chance to explore this little hell-hole…"

"Due to 'technical difficulties', the notes will be abandoned from now on. Instead, I'll be addressing you personally from the intercom." The voice laughed, and Ben shuddered. The laugh of a maniac. His voice came from every corner of the carnival, echoing eerily throughout it.

Abigail shuddered behind Ben, and he pulled her close. She looked up at him, anger and fear in her eyes. "He's… taunting us again."

"Having fun yet, Ben?" The intercom blared, and another chilling laugh escaped.

"WHERE'S RILEY?" Ben screamed into the air. He spun in place, and tried to listen if there was a person's voice coming from any of the booths around him.

"Oh, you'll find him later Ben. He's doing okay, I guess. He's been looking for you."

"WHERE IS HE?" Ben kicked down a door to a booth, and he looked inside. No one.

"You can't find me…" The voice sang and taunted. "But I can see you."

Ben growled, and kick down another door. There was no one inside, and the voice laughed. "Oh Ben, you're such a hoot. I'll see you around – call you back later. Right now, me and Riley are gonna have a little fun."

The voice laughed, and the microphone sounded like it was dropped. Feedback rattled the place, and Abigail yelled to Ben – "I think I found it!" Ian shouldered the door open, and the only thing the three found was a microphone, and an open backdoor.

Ben screamed and punched a wall so hard the booth shook. "I'm gonna find that psycho."

Riley could only sit, waiting in fear for his tormentor to return. He had heard every word Devin and spoke through the loud speaker. His blood boiled to think his friend was so close, but he couldn't do a single thing to tell him where he was.

He tried struggling; there was no way to get out of the handcuffs. His arms hurt. He felt the cuts beginning to scab over, and he was afraid one would tear open again.

Then Devin was there again, appearing so silently, he may as well have come out of the wall. Riley shrank down in seat as he approached him.

"Ah, you didn't move. Good boy. We didn't want a repeat of last time." He patted Riley on the head. Riley made stifled sound of protest and turned his head away. Stop doing that!

Devin simply grinned. "There's no way your friend can get in here, Mr. Poole. I locked and barred the doors. The windows are too high."

Riley stared defiantly up at him. Oh, you don't know Ben. If he can't get in through that way, he'll find another way.

Devin slapped Riley's knee in amusement, laughing. "You're too much, Mr. Poole, really, too much."

Riley could only sit there, maintaining his glare at the psychopath.

"So," Devin continued. "I'm sure you're anxious for our next game. I'm dying to see how you'll handle this one."

His hand moved towards Riley, and Riley let out a muffled shout, trying to move away.

"Stop worrying, Mr. Poole. I'm just untying the gag. It won't matter if you scream. And believe me, you won't want to scream during this." He then gently worked off Riley's gag, pulling it from his mouth. Riley coughed lightly, and took a deep breath. His mouth was dry, and he really wanted something to drink.

It took him a moment to realize Devin was undoing his handcuffs again. His hands were free, and Devin yanked him upright, taking care not to grab Riley's arm where he had been cut.

He whirled Riley around to face him, and held up piece of black fabric.

"Tie this around your eyes."

Riley blanched and stared at the blindfold. "What?" he asked dumbly.

Devin grinned and shook it in front of his face. "A little round of blind-man's bluff. Come on now."

Riley trembled but realized he didn't really have a choice. He took the blindfold, and tied it around his own eyes. It was completely dark; Riley couldn't see a thing through the fabric.

He wasn't sure what was worse, not being able to speak or not being able to see.

Riley jumped when he heard a snap, but he realized Devin was testing him, making sure he was thoroughly handicapped. Devin snapped a few more times and then stopped, seemingly satisfied.

Riley felt Devin's wiry fingers clench around his hand and began to lead him away. He gasped when his bare feet came into contact with a cold metal surface.

"Here we are," Devin said cheerfully. Riley's arms were yanked behind him and handcuffed again. His wrists had probably lost their skin where the handcuffs were rubbing against them for so long.

Then Riley was shoved roughly and he slammed into something cold and hard before falling to the floor. He heard a slamming sound, and realized with a sense of despair Devin had shut him into the cage.

Riley sprang to his feet, overcoming the instinctual feeling of wanting to curl up in the corner. He wanted to be ready for whatever Devin threw at him.

He stood there, breathing hard, for what felt like the longest time. His mind was strangely blank; adrenaline and fear making him shake.

Then there was a clank, somewhere else in the room like the flipping of a switch. The strangest sensation came over him. His entire body prickled, and the hairs on his body stood on end. Although, this wasn't from fear. Riley recognized immediately what this was. Somewhere, an electrical current was switched on.

Riley stood perfectly still and swallowed, his throat was now bone dry. He tried to calculate how much room he had. Not much, when he saw the cage before it was fairly narrow, and when he was pushed he had only fallen for a second before hitting one of the sides.

Okay… if I just stand here… it should be okay. Nothing's happening to me now.

Then he heard something scraping along the ground, and footsteps climbing up something. A ladder maybe?

What's he- A split second later he let out a horrific scream, as something was poured on his head.

Something, hundreds and hundreds of SOMETHING were crawling on him. They were all over him, crawling over his skin, under his clothes; on the ground- he could feel them under his feet-

He stumbled, trying desperately to get them off of himself, and he hit the side of the cage. Then anguish like he never felt coursed through him. He fell soundlessly to the ground, along with a few of the crawling things on him that had died from the shock. What is this… oh God…

Another wave of those things were poured on him and he screamed again, thrashing in panic. For a split second he thought he heard something metallic hit the bottom of the cage, but it could have been his imagination-

His foot hit a cold metallic bar of the cage, and he let out a hoarse scream of agony.

Something crawled inside his mouth and he immediately spat it out, clamping his lips closed. He couldn't be on the ground anymore, he had to stand up, there were too many…

Trembling horribly, he forced himself to stand. His foot throbbed dully, and he knew it was burned now, along with his back, which had touched the cage before.

As he stood there, he whimpered through his tightly closed mouth as things crawled across his face.

I have to think, he thought faintly. Think, Riley. Think. It's possible Devin gave you a way out. He did that last time. That thing you heard hit the ground. A key?

Slowly, he began to skim his foot on the ground. He swallowed back his revulsion at the hideous sensation all over his body and was careful not go too far, in case he hit the side of the cage again.

It was harder to do than he wanted. One of his feet was throbbing excruciatingly; with what he was sure was a third degree burn.

He winced as he foot finally came into contact with something small and metallic. He let out a breath through his nose and carefully slid it toward himself. Then he knelt down, with his back toward it, and managed to pick it up with his hands bound behind him.

The only problem now was finding the lock for the cage. He had heard where Devin had slammed the cage closed, but at this point he was completely turned around, he had no idea what way he was facing.

Riley began to inch himself backward. This was a stab in the dark; he had no idea what side the lock was on. Riley gritted his teeth, knowing he would have to make a sacrifice, he would have to touch the side and feel for the lock. There was no other was to figure it out. His fingers trembled as he reached out, praying this was the right one, because he knew his body couldn't take much more of the electrocution. And as luck, or as Providence, would have it, he felt the lock for a split second before his body jerked in pain from the shock.

Riley let out a sob, trying to ignore the pain and the many somethings crawling on him. Riley knew about keys and locks. He worked with them, he could pick them, if he wanted. His fingers could pull this off easily, even if he was backwards. It was just a matter of feeling the position of the key. He was lucky Devin didn't know about this particular advantage.

Riley knew there would one more shock before he opened the door, but he would have to keep his hand there to twist the door. His body tense, knowing the pain would come, he plunged the key in. Riley cried out, but he forced his body not to jerk away and he twisted the key. There was a click and Riley felt himself fall forward.

He must have passed out for a few seconds, because when he awoke he was on the ground, his body twitching involuntarily.

Oh God, those things were still on him. Pure panic overcame him now, and he twisted his body, trying to get the remaining crawling things off. Most of them had died from the electrical shock. He heard footsteps and someone yank him into a sitting position. Riley screamed.

"Get them off me, get them off me!"

"Hold still, Mr. Poole." Devin brushed them off him. "You shouldn't be scared of them. They're just little spiders."

Riley tried to struggle away from Devin, another sob escaping him. Devin pulled him into his arms, cradling him like a small child. "Shh…It's okay, Riley. You did wonderfully! I wouldn't expect less from you."

Ben followed an imaginary trail through the carnival, trying to figure out which paths Devin had taken. Ben had ducked through the backdoor of the booth earlier, and started looking for the most logical direction Devin could have walked to – which, could be anywhere, since that psycho knows this place like the back of his hand. "Find anything?" Ben asked Ian, who shook his head. Abigail gingerly pushed open another booth's door, and shook her head too. "Ben, I don't think we're going to find them this way."

Ben turned toward her, impatience and fear in his eyes. "Then what do you suggest."

Abigail turned and glared at Ian. "I'm calling the police."

Ian narrowed his eyes at her, but Abigail already pulled out her cell phone. "This is gone far enough, I don't want to go on Devin's wild goose chase when Riley's life is on the line, and I don't care if you have a gun. Shoot me if you want."

Ian, however, didn't do anything. He waited until Abigail looked at her cell phone, and her face fell.

"Abigail?" Ben asked in concern.

"There's no service." Abigail said blandly. Then she shouted in frustration and threw the phone on the ground, and kicked it. "DAMMIT!" she screamed.

Ian sighed. "I was expecting that, but you can never be to sure."

Abigail looked at Ben. "I need to go get help, Ben."

Ben shook his head. "It's too dangerous-"

"Then what should we do, sit and wait?!" Abigail shouted. She closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself.

Ben embraced her, rubbing her back. "It's okay Abigail… I'm scared too. But we have to be logical about this. Devin is somewhere in this carnival, with Riley. Any outside help is about an hour or more away. By that time, it could already be too late for him."

"Sorry to interrupt," Ian said flatly, his arms crossed. "But are we going to keep looking?"

"If we move we might end up further than we want from Devin. I think he's close," Ben answered.

"What if he leaves the carnival with Riley?" Abigail whispered.

"He won't. That's not the way he works," Ian said darkly. "He finishes his sick games where he starts them. And he always picks places that he has a fascination with. Like here."

Abigail ran her fingers through her hair. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Ben? Because I trust you, but I don't trust Ian. What if Devin moves again?"

Ian walked towards them, and sat down on a crate. "He won't. I'm not asking you to trust me, but I trust my instincts. He won't."

Suddenly, they all jumped at a popping sound, and the intercom speakers whined. "Aw, Riley, are you okay? I think I got him awfully rattled, Ben."

Ben's nails dug into his palm, and his jaw clenched. Abigail put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but had gone pale. Ian looked alert, and he was busy looking into different booths, trying to locate where Devin was.

"Don't worry though, he'll survive. He's made of awfully strong stuff – most of my toys don't survive the first game… it's very disappointing. But Mr. Poole is the best toy ever!"

"Devin. What do you want?" Abigail spoke up, her voice pleading. "Just give Riley back to us, please."

"OH! Ms. Chase! I'm sorry – I almost forgot to acknowledge you." Devin giggled, and spoke again. "Oh, Ian! You know you're not gonna find me by doing that!"

Ian kicked open a door, and shouted to the air. "I'm willing to try anything to catch you, you little ba-"

"Language, there are kids present." Devin laughed. It was clear he was enjoying this. It made Ben feel like he wanted to kick down every pole that had a speaker on it. "Oh guys, you are so so close! I don't even understand how you can't find me!"

"You're being a coward, Devin. Show yourself and do things like they're supposed to be done." Ian growled and pulled out his gun.

Devin laughed again, and his voice was laced in amusement. "Your way, Mr. Howe? That's not how I do things, you know that. And a coward? I prefer to be called, ingenious. Anyway, I just got on this lovely, useful intercom to announce the latest event's mechanics, and how it went. It went something like – oh, Mr. Poole, you tell it for me. I'm far too excited to share it in a clear manner! And I'm sure it's even more fun in your point of view anyway."

Ben could just imagine the terror that jumped into Riley's eyes. It doesn't belong there. It's usually full of joy – or sarcasm. Not terror. Anything but terror. That's not Riley's eyes. "Devin, don't do this to him, please." Ben pleaded – he was actually astounded to hear that he was pleading. "Please, Devin. Don't do this – "

"Oh come, Bennie-boy! It'll be fun to hear! Listen, if I didn't like it, I wouldn't be doing it." Of course you'll like it, psycho! Ben gritted his teeth, pressing his nails into his palm deeper, and he felt his skin puncture.

"H-Hi… This is Riley."

Riley's voice shook, and Ben felt Abigail's hand squeeze him on the arm.

"Hey... Ben… I'd very much like for you to come find me now." Now there was a semblance of control – but the underlying fear was still there.

"Mr. Poole, we talked about what you're only going to say. You don't want to be punished again, do you?"

"N-no. No sir."

"Good boy. Now let them hear your little story."

"He… He took off my cuffs, and he handed me a blindfold. He told me to tie it myself – I couldn't see anything – it was so dark and Ben I didn't know what to expect it was the scariest moment of my life and I thought I was going to die – "

Ben shut his eyes, and his head ran through what was happening. He imagined darkness, seeing nothing, only feeling someone's hand pressing on his arm… He involuntarily jerked and opened his eyes. Abigail looked up worriedly at him.

"Slow down, Riley. No one understands run-on sentences." I want to punch that scumbag's face.

Ben heard someone take a deep breath, and Riley's voice came out amazingly calmed and controlled- too calmed and controlled, even. It sounded wrong – and it twisted in weird ways, at weird intervals. Ben thought for a moment – and deduced that Devin was doing something to make Riley talk. His fists tightened further. "He pushed me into something – I didn't know what it was at first, but I remembered that he had a steel cage set up earlier. Something sparked and I felt prickly…an electric current switched on. I knew it was close – but I didn't know how close. Then something was poured on me – "

There was a long pause, and Ben thought he heard Riley beg Devin that he couldn't do it. Devin hissed and said something in a low voice, and the story suddenly picked up.

"There were… hundreds... thousands of things crawling all over me – I can't... I didn't know what they were – Oh God I couldn't get them off me but then I hit the cage –And I got shocked and I burned it felt like I was being burned and zapped and Ben you need to get me out of here fast – "

There was a loud slap in the background, and Ben heard Riley sob. Abigail had both her arms hooked on Ben's arm now, her head buried in his back like she was trying not to listen. Ben bit his lip. He wanted to scream, but he needed to hear every word clearly.

"I… I fell, and something crawled on my face and in my mouth… I spat it out and I don't know I thought I heard the key fall in and I found it and I hit the cage again and it hurt so bad so I ignored the crawlies and unlocked the door and zap and some crawlies were dead and I got out but they were in my shirt on my feet and my arms and all over Devin I don't want to do this anymore please… "

There was barely restrained crying in the background, and the microphone sounded like it was dropped. There was a shriek of feedback through the speakers, and Devin's voice went on. "That was a very interesting story, Riley, I'm sure the audience loved it!" There were a few claps in the background, and Devin laughed. "I enjoyed that, didn't you? I think the spiders did too. Poor little buggers – you squished a lot of them. And they were your cellmates!"

Ben couldn't even talk to Devin at this point anymore; he was just so angry he was afraid he would burst if he didn't hit something fast. "Well, I'm signing off Ben. I'll drop off some hints later and such – you'll hear from me again, I promise. Say goodbye Riley!"

"BEN HELP ME I'M HERE AT – "

The speakers suddenly went silent. For a moment, the whole carnival was silent, and only sounds of creaking doors were heard. Ben was frozen in his place, his fists still curled into a ball. Abigail's eyes watered, and her face was wet with tears. She held onto Ben and squeezed tightly. Ian sat on a crate, wide-eyed, like he just heard screams from hell.

Then Ben screamed. He kicked repeatedly at a booth, and the door gave way. He stared punching the wall, breaking the windows – until it fell to the ground. Abigail stepped back, her face calm and collected; she knew that Ben was just trying to get rid of his anger. Ian on the other hand looked more or less disturbed.

"What now, Ben?" Ian asked quietly.

"We're going to find him, and we're going to save Riley." Ben said, and he walked forward a few steps. He placed a hand on Abigail, who covered his hand with her own. Ben looked intently at Ian, and with his face serious with grim determination, said, "and I'm going to kill Devin. I'm going to kill him."

Jaeh - I think we just corrupted a nursery song and made our readers arachnophobic. When we were writing I can't help but shudder and I almost curled up into a ball - the spider scene was just... ack!

Lori- You're welcome :P