He waited for fifteen minutes and then anxiously headed down the street to the movie theatre, thinking he’d meet up with Riddle on the way. But he didn’t. By the time he got to the Cineplex, even though it was Saturday night, the place was pretty much deserted out front. The rain and the robots must have been a bad combination. Again, no Riddle to be found. Sam’s heart rate accelerated, and a voice inside was now saying that this whole night was a mistake. He shouldn’t have had dinner at Emily’s. Her parents were trying hard to be nice, but it was obvious to him that they were suspicious of everything about him. And what was worse was that they were right to be. The simple fact was that he shouldn’t have left his little brother alone. What if Riddle had decided to walk home? He could imagine all of the distractions in the dark in the rain that may have led him astray.
