Abbie rolled her eyes at the way the "adults" all stared at the TV like sheep. Couldn't they see this was some sort of fake-iness?<br/><br/>She picked up the phone, dialing Steve first. The phone rang and rang. Nothing. Kristi next, only to find the same result.<br/><br/>When she tried her dad, though, he came on through a burst of static. She could just BARELY make him out. "KRRRHHH ... 'lo?"<br/><br/>"Dad!" she shouted, tears springing to her eyes. "I'm ..."<br/><br/>"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHK ... inside! HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKKKK ... madhouse!"<br/><br/>"I'm in Roseville! I need you to come for me! I need ..."<br/><br/>She could sense the other eyes in the room on her. The connection went dead. He would come. Surely, he would come. He'd trace the number back and find the motel and ...<br/><br/>She saw their eyes, tried to put on her fake flirtiness. "What? He'll come!"<br/><br/>For the first time, she was starting to be afraid. The worry in his voice ...<br/><br/>"I'll need to get into my room now," she said to the woman behind the desk.