Mr. Baker’s concerned question snapped me out of my thoughts and I reassured him with an apologetic smile that I was fine, just a little distracted. He gave me another concerned look and I gave him my brightest grin in return. He didn’t look convinced, but he let the matter drop and left the store. I was really touched with how concerned Mr. Baker had been about my well being when I came into work that evening, but his “I’m not really hovering” hovering that he had been doing was starting to get a little tiresome as I needed some quiet time to myself to go over the plan once again. We had agreed that it was too risky to wait much longer, and Dellar commented that we ran a very high chance of running into, or being observed by, other people if we put our plan into motion during the weekend, which meant that we had to try sometime during the week. After going back and forth a little bit, we decided the sooner the better to try and keep it off guard if it had listened in on our conversations after it had taken over Maria at the old farmhouse.
