The man looked horrible as if he had been up all night and then he began his ramblings and she was barely able to keep up attempting desperately to stay calm and determine what the heck he was saying.<br/><br/>“Wait, what are you saying…what are you saying, where is Cynthia?” she asked, her words coming out as quickly as his, though with the slur of sleepiness. She opened the door wider and stated, her words almost a command, “take me to her, Mr. Fox, right this instance.”