Hand on the closet door, she stood in the bedroom, looking at the box. For a few minutes she stood there contemplating whether or not to open it. A quick peek wouldn't hurt, would it? Warren would never know. But what if it was something important or... Maybe it was pictures? Another gun perhaps? Oh god! What if there was a shriveled hand inside the box?! She'd watched too many horror movies.<br/><br/>Bending, she picked up the box, holding it for a moment. It wasn't heavy, so maybe it wasn't a gun. Turning, she opened the lid, intent on going to sit on the bed to look through the contents. But when she looked up, there was Warren in the doorway. Oh she was in trouble now. All she could do was smile sheepishly, hoping he wouldn't get mad.