Katie listened to the bidding with detachment born of survival instincts. They weren't talking about her. There was no way... This was some kind of game. It had to be!<br/><br/>At least the one pretending to buy her was the newspaper guy. He didn't look like he'd be<em>too</em>bad, or at least didn't outwardly look like some kind of weird pervert.<br/><br/>Wait. What was she thinking? She almost laughed through her silent tears. Of course he didn't look too bad. Because this wasn't really happening!