After that day Officer Wilkes prevented Stephanie from getting her coffee she was, to put it plainly, paranoid. More than usual. Would she be next? Did she know too much?
When she arrived back at her apartment the frogs were gone just as they had arrived, yet she was too consumed in her thoughts to notice. She took all of the the newspaper clipping scattered and still a little damp in her apartment and lit them on fire in the sink. She would not be linked to this conspiracy.
She bolted the door and ran around closing all of the windows, making sure she was sealed in tight. Wrapping herself in a blanket she pushed her heavy chair against the front door and sat there constantly scanning the room until she fell asleep.
It was an uneasy sleep, restless and uncomfortable partly due to the fact she was sleeping in a chair but mostly due to the consuming feeling of fear she couldn't shake.
The time Stephanie woke up she was stumbling out of the chair towards her closet. She woke up with the vision of a group heading towards her.
She did not intend to be the next Mr. Evans so she ripped open the closet door, grabbed her suitcase and began stuffing everything in sight inside.
She never hadn't finished packing before she heard a knock at the door.
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