Trevor paused halfway down the hall, and then froze at the sound of footsteps. He slowly turned about to find a shadowy figure in the hall, just a few feet away. Say something you idiot, but he was unable to utter a single syllable. And then, as if to avoid confrontation, the figure sprinted away in the opposite direction. It looked as though it had come from the bedroom, and was definitely larger in stature than either of the girls. There was no mistaking that. Stick with the plan Trevor. Just get to the kitchen, get armed, and then confront...