"Roger," came the disembodied voice. Hart shivered, but it was more than the chill of half-nakedness Even Jenny’s familiar voice had an eerie quality now that she was alone in the dark with the thing. She wished there had been time to don the uniform in the satchel, but any delay risked Mr. Target getting suspicious. She stepped into the shower stall and slid the panel shut. She sat on the tub’s edge and leaned against the cool tiles. Out of sight, out of mind, Wilson had said. She hoped he was right.