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"I can't. But I promise, just a few more days of intensive stuff. Then I'll have time to show you all there is to enjoy in this time. Movies, museums, plays, travelyou name it!"
"Then I'll stay, too."
He shook his head. "Hannah's already on her way. There'll be nothing for you to do here."
"I don't mind. Really."
He stood and took her into his arms. "Stop worrying so much. I'll be fine. But I'll get more done on my own."
She did not want to leave, not with her anxiety so intense. But it had been growing steadily. She had no reason to think anything would occur that evening. And Mike was insistent.
And so when Hannah arrived, Abby went with her.
But when they reached the place Hannah called the movie theater, Abby was unable to get out of the car. Her neck prickled, then throbbed with pain. Huddling against the seat, she watched inside her mind as a black shadow slithered up a wall behind Mike, holding something long and threateninga knife, a gun; she could not tell which, but it was aiming at Mike. It was going to hurt Mike. To kill him!
"Oh, God, Hannah!" she finally managed to scream. "It's tonight! It's now! Mike! Oh, Mike, dear lord, behind you!"

 
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