Sarah listened patiently to the stuttering man. On one level, she felt sorry for him on another she thought he was sort of a spaz.''<br/><br/>"Look, I'm not just going to pop up with you with out talking to Mr. S first. I will talk with him and if he wants to meet with you, then I will arrange it, If he doesn't want to, I will let you know that and you can go away and leave him in peace."<br/><br/>She shut down the power on her phone, not willing to get conned into talking to this man again before she has conversed with Mr. S.<br/><br/>Hurrying home, Sarah checkeed her room and the yard outside but Mr. S was no where to be found. Scrambling under her bed, she pulled out the red candles and stripped out of her school clothes. Lighting the candles that ringed her, Sarah began to chant and then sat cross legged as she did. Hands on her knees, she closed her eyes and began to sway. Calling for clear communication between her and Mr. S.