"Barbara, was that you?" you say.
"Well, not exactly" you say, slightly embaresed. But it is
hard to be embaresed when you are absolutly terrafied.
"Let's go back and get Dave." you tell Barbara.
"Why? Scared to go in without him?" she asks.
What do you say to her?
You ask Barbara if the scream was her. "Do you THINK that was
me?" she says, irratated.
