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It wasn’t the sound of her screaming. It was something else, something that I hadn’t even though of until now – hunger!
    To say that there was an ache in my stomach was an unbelievable understatement. My gut burned for sustenance; for some form of nourishment. And, setting it off was something that was nearby, some delectable aroma which graced the air in this section of the police station.
    Perhaps, this is where everyone would be found who was in on the joke! Completely distracted by the smell of deliciousness I marched forward with more gusto. My attention was no longer focused on Pam. I needed to feed, and to whet my whistle. I was certain that a tall drink would also aide me in regaining my ability to speak!
    As I approached to pass Pam and seek out the scrumptiousness which lay beyond her I was surprised as she threw herself directly into my path. She was intentionally blocking my way; standing between me and what my body desired so! I don’t quite understand what came over me, but I began to lose my temper. She was keeping me from food! And here I had not eaten in God knows how long.
    I groaned at her and reached out to take hold of her shoulders. All I wanted to do was move her out of the way. She shrieked and kicked at me. Her foot rose swiftly upward, aiming for my manhood. I guessed that she must have missed and struck, instead, my inner thigh because it simply didn’t hurt.
    Despite that her kick had little effect on me physically it did, however, have the result of causing me to stop in my tracks. I glared at her and, with a tremendous effect, managed to blurt out in exasperation, “whaaa sss raaa nngg wwwiiddd oooo?”
    Pam appeared to be dumbfounded. I continued my verbal assault. “SSSStttaaa pp hhettnnggg mmmm eee!”
    She blinked, apparently unsure of what to think. One single word, spoken from her lips made my heart leap with exhilaration. But, its delivery gave me cause for concern. For, her voice was fraught with terror, skepticism, and curiosity. That one word was the sweetest I had ever heard from her lips – not just because of what it was, but what it meant. That word was “Byron?”
    She knew my name! How was it possible that this beautiful creature knew who I was? We only knew each other in a very vague sense, having only taken one class together. But yet, here she was saying my name.
    And then it occurred to me. Of course she knew my name! How could I be so foolish to not expect that she would? Hadn’t she needed to talk to Evan for her involvement in the prank?
    I smiled at her as warmly as I could and nodded. And, what she did next really startled me.
    She started to cry! Why in god’s name was she crying? This made no sense to me. There was no need for these kinds of theatrics for my frat brothers’ prank. So, why in God’s name was she sobbing so?
    “Byron!” She said, her words broken by sobs. “Not you too!” More sobs racked her frail frame. I looked into her eyes quizzically and felt almost like a dog trying to do long division as I tilted my head to one side. What was she talking about? I wondered. Then I concluded that this was the weirdest damn joke, ever.
    I think it may have been my questioning expression that elicited from her a little extra information. She began to speak again. “They’re dead! They’re all dead, Byron!” Again, a flood of tears and sobs out pause to her explanation.
    During her intermission, I focused hard on trying to ask, “oooo sssss ddeedd?” My voice croaked out of me, like a dry wind through loose fence boards.
    “Everyone,” she replied. “Everyone, except for this officer over here.” She gestured toward a man lying on the ground behind her. I could see that he was hurt, badly. Blood was pouring from a wound in his chest. And, despite the my entire medical training had consisted of a single First Aid/CPR class in high school, I could see plainly that he was short for this world. But as I took in the sight of his broken body