Bridget flopped down on her bed her arms sprawled out. She closed her eyes and tried to picture Harrison's face.  But as the days passed his image became more and more blurry. She could just barely make out the sharp incline of his nose and the strong curve of his beautiful face. But it was fading. She sat up quickly. "I have to see him again!" She whispered to herself. In a flash she had jumped out of bed and was rummaging through her closet lookingfor the simplest darkest things she could find. She<em>could not</em>be seen or recognized. Her father would have her head.