<strong>Margie in the Sunshine Daycare</strong><br/><br/>Although it was easy enough to separate the two boys, and they didn't do anything when they knew that someone was looking, they didn't mind making faces and each blaming the other.  However, they stayed in time out once directed.<br/><br/>Becca didn't really mind, she was used to it and it was only a minor bruise.  Once she came back from the bathroom, she'd managed to cover it decently enough with makeup.  "It's fine," she said complacently.  The bruise wasn't even noticeable if someone didn't know to look for it.  "No need for the first aid kit, but thank you."<br/><br/>The moment the door was open, however, everything changed.  The poster on the wall of the cat meowing suddenly shifted, becoming a fearsome, leprous beast out of the corner of one's eye.  The words "<strong>The Predator Hunts</strong>" morphed over the words of the playful feline, but it only lasted a moment, and then it was gone, yet the sense of unease remained.<br/><br/>That feeling focused upon the man, who was wearing a clay mask upon his face that bore some passing resemblance to Mr. Phillips.  The stink of the grave followed with the man, who was covered in filth, dirt and clay, yet didn't even seem to notice.  "Daddy!" cried the boy, who rushed over towards the creepy man and hugged his leg, yet the ugly clay facade should not have been able to fool anyone, let alone a caring son.  Even Becca didn't seem to realize anything unusual.