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quickly, almost lunging. Still others stood where they were and simply jerked their heads toward the various sounds.
         After a minute, Taylor noticed the behavior and stopped shouting. “Let’s try something. Everybody be quiet for a second. Now, only Kat yell.” She did as requested. As expected, all the shells moved or looked toward her. He signaled for her to stop.
         “Now, Kevin.” I yelled and got the attention. Taylor signaled for me to stop. “Let’s try this.”
    He pointed at Kat who yelled, and pointed next at me. The effect of all this direction and various sounds was that the shells were taken through a series of controlled movements.
         “It looks like they’re dancing!” Christina squealed.
         She was right. We laughed at the observation.
         “Well, I don’t know if that’s useful or not, but it sure is entertaining,” Kat said.
         “Good idea, Taylor,” I offered. “We might be able to use that if we get cornered by those things.”
         Taylor grinned. “Or if one of those things gets ahold of someone’s pant leg.”
         “Or if that happened,” I agreed.
         We made it the rest of the way down the alley, up the street, and to the store without seeing any more shells or other moving things. 
         The store was much bigger than I had been expecting. I suppose that made it a CheapMart Superstore. Regardless of what anyone called it, the place was huge. More importantly, it looked as though there had been only minor looting there. The big glass windows remained intact and were still emblazoned with posters of the latest sale items.
         I looked at the picture of a family laughing as they played in the snow and showed off their new CheapMart coats. The scene instantly knocked the wind out of me. I could hear the laughter of the family and then it turned to screams. I studied the poster as it began to change. Suddenly, the smiles turned to howls of terror. The shells swarmed in from all around the family, ripping them apart. The snow instantly turned red.
         “C’mon, slowpoke,” Christina called as she pushed by me. 
         She ran to the front door, standing there and expecting the door to swing open.
         “Looks like they’re closed!” she yelled.
         “Not for us,” Kat told her. “We just hafta find another way inside.”
         “Okay,” the little girl agreed, taking Kat’s hand.
         We walked around the outside of the store, looking for a way inside. Nothing presented itself. On the side of the building, a huge parking lot sat empty except for three small cars. We continued walking around the building to the back without finding any obvious entrance.
         “Well, the good news is this place seems to be extremely secure,” I said. “The bad news is there doesn’t seem to be an open door.”
         Kat snickered. “Oh, we’re looking for an open door with a welcome mat or a sign saying ‘Come on in?!’”
         “That would be nice,” I laughed.
         “How about that?” She nodded to a small open window on the second floor over the covered area for returning carts.
         I looked at the window and next at the grinning faces around me. “So am I the only one here who doesn’t have a criminal past?”
         Three heads nodded.
         “Oh, you too?” I asked, tickling Christina.
         “It looks pretty small, but I might be able to get through that,” Taylor said.
         He stood on an overturned cart and climbed up to the open window. As soon as he reached the window, he turned back to us on the ground and said, “It’s too small.”
         “Well, let’s keep looking,” I said, even as I knew the answer.
         “I can do it,” Christina said quietly.
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
     
         “Okay, so you just come straight downstairs and look for a small door, maybe in the back. There should be a simple