Sarah felt calm and stared wide eyed at Seth who sat gulping like some guppy out of water. She leaned against the long slender tendrils that surrounded her and sighed. Finally, she crossed her arms and sat up.<br/><br/>"Look, I know this is a comfortable house, but I don't know what to ask Mr. S if you don't talk." she snapped. "Did you just arrange a meeting to sit and stare? or are you working with the newspaper people? Really, you are either going to start talking and stop wasting my time or you will be escorted out and stop wasting my time. So take your choice, Seth," her voice was heavily sarcastic on his name." I get bored easily and I have just about reached my limit. Shit or get off the pot."<br/><br/>Mr. S's fingers stopped caressing her hair. She listened for a second to the loud scratchy static in her head. She bowed her head.<br/><br/>"Okay, I'm sorry that was coarse, so cut bait or fish. anyway. How can we help you?"