“Let’s go inside,” Tim says. “At least it’ll be dry.” With that declaration, I can’t help but notice how soaked he got while rescuing Kayla. We’re all soaked, actually. We look like a bunch of drowned rats. Kayla got the worst of it though, when she slipped in the mud. Her dark hair is plastered to her skull and her trench coat looks like it will need to be peeled off her skin. There are flecks of mud on her face, intermingled with her ruined makeup. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Kayla hisses at him. “Trap me in the house with no way out…” “Hey…” Tim raises his hands. “I’m just saying… we
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