<em>"Besides, you know what it's like when I tag along ..."</em><br/><br/>"Annoying?" murmured Blake, his voice carried away on the wind. He let Taylor's imagination continue to run away with her, figuring on getting a word in when she had to stop and draw breath.<br/><br/>"We ought to be fairly safe from tentacles, zombies and human sacraficing cultists." said blake. "Unless the GPS has really screwed up, we're not in Maine after all."<br/><br/>He pushed the door open, and walked into the lit building.