Drying

*Misty walks through the woods the rain pelted her face and left its stinging mark. Her hand still stuffed in her pockets still she fingers her butterfly knife. Continplating what she should do next. There was no way she could run, Drew was fat but he could run fast she new that frm experinces of the past. Misty had to continue to play along till the right moment came along.

As the cabin came into view Misty let out a sigh. She was soaked to the bone and couldent wait to get inside and get dry. Steping inside she shakes the extra water from her hair and removes her coat throwing it on the back of a chair to dry. Misty starts to head for the bathroom and turns looking at Drew*

"I'll be right out. I'd like to get somewhat dryed off so I dont catch a death of a cold. I'll be back."

*Steping into the bathroom Misty takes some towels out and starts to soak up some of the water caught in her clothing. When done she just toss them on the floor. Leaning on the bathroom sink she look into the mirror and shakes her head. Her eyes were so cold with a black fire that burned. Misty dident like that look. She hated it, but its what she had to do for now. If Drew or anyone alse caught on that this was an act, she surly would die or worse.*

*Nate looks to Carson and shakes his head. Did he blame him for not wanting to help, no he dident. Nate himself dident even agree with what had happend. But this was now Misty's life that is on the line. Nate turns to Jason and Rick. His frustration and anger of his own visable.*

"Out both of you. I want to talk to Carson alone."