<em>One step, then two. The floor boards squeak softly beneath her heavy boots. The tense air was shattered by the slamming of the door. She whirled toward the sound, a sharp flick of her wrist leaves a spork lodged in the frame. She arches an eyebrow, nothing there.</em><br/><br/>Hmmmm, something stange is afoot...<br/><br/><em>She turns back to face the room, idly scratching her neck with the spoon.</em><br/><br/>