Then, when I looked down the hallway, I saw none other then Gustav himself storming in my direction. With his shirt open, he looked like this wall of meat barreling toward me. I balled my hands into fists and dug in my heels, ready for whatever fight I could put up. Then as he got closer, I saw that his shirt was not open; it was torn. Not just that but there was blood on his forehead and a weird look in his eyes that I couldn’t make out, but it kinda reminded me of Moxie. He saw me and said, “That girl’s a nut job!” in perfect English without even a hint of an accent. “I’m so totally outta here.” Then he pushed past me and was gone. I hurried down the hallway until I came to the open door of cabin 8134 and went inside. Lexie was there all right, sitting on the bed, her knees to her chest. Her hair was a mess, but I couldn’t see her face because her head was down into her knees.
