Without being heard by anyone, we made it back to the girls’ camp. We had to change into our pajamas by flashlight, if our cabin lights were on somebody probably would have noticed. I got changed first, but I realized I needed to do something before I went to bed for the night. Even though I had told Olga that she could have her book back, my curiosity got the better of me when we reached our cabin and I flipped it open. Woodrow had yet again written me a message.
‘He’s back here, and he seems very cross. Are you girls safe?’
‘We are.’ I respond. ‘I fought him back with words, if I tried to fight him with my fists I probably would be down there with you right now.’
‘Some of our citizens are worried for his well-being, as this is a majorly upsetting development for them. But for the level-headed and critical thinking majority of us, you’ve done us a great service.”
‘You helped. And thank y