Sarah moved to sit on the couch, pulling her legs in tailor style. She sipped her can of ice cold Pepsi, while the beads of condensation slid over her fingers. Seth handed her the clippings from the newspaper. Sarah set the can on the coffee table to take it. Peering at the article, she said,<br/>"Is this Mr. S? or some relative?" she asked, frowning at the picture and the date. "I mean, Nobody would live that long, except for rocks and trees.  Mr. S isn't a tree? " she laughed nervously. "I mean, walking, living trees are only in the Wizard of Oz and The Lord of the Rings. Right?"<br/><br/>She looked at Seth, who for the first time had lost the haunted look for one of passionate interest. He must really be into this, Sarah thought, as she handed by the clipping. Reaching for her can, she caught a glimpse of the masked dudes.<br/><br/>"Really, guys, Heel. Go lay down. You are making me nervous." she said, flippantly. "Are they bothering you?" she directed that to Seth.