When Jamie heard her breathing grow shallow, he slipped into the bedroom, making no more sound on the hardwood floor than he had in the plush carpet the night before. Beside the window was a full-length mirror. He really looked sharp tonight - bedecked in a white three-piece tuxedo and tie - shoes shining white. Very nice. He wasn't really worried about camouflage. Anyone who saw him would just put it down to their imagination.<br/><br/>He crept towards the bed, watching his next victim sleep, mouth slightly open. He unbuttoned his jacket and waistcoat, throwing it over the nearest chair. He sat by her feet.<br/><br/><strong>"What're you dreaming about?"</strong>he said, as though it was the most normal thing in the world.