Miss Gonazles tossed clothing from her suitcase into a pile on the floor. Ted stepped around it and dropped onto the sofa. He watched as her usual black skirts and white blouses collected on the floor.

"So what was that you were saying about the headmaster?" Marie asked as she headed upstairs with her empty suitcase and two boxes that contained new shoes she'd found when she was supposed to be at a talk one afternoon during a three-day conference she'd just attended.

As Marie tucked her suitcase in the closet near the top of the stairs, Ted's voice drifted up to her. "He's gone again. Probably taking another rest."

Marie sighed, shook her head, and took her shoes to her bedroom. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. She dashed down the stairs.

"Did he ever take that inspector lady out of the meat locker?"

Ted stared at her blankly. "What lady?"

Miss Gonzales paled and ran from the room. Ted dashed after her. "Why are you running toward the old kitchen? It hasn't been used in years!"

"The headmaster had some inspector lady tied up there!" Marie barreled into the kitchen, skidding to a stop before the meat locker. Ted rounded the corner, knocking over the coat rack. He wrenched the door open, revealing a woman, soaked in sweat and hooked up to a machine the likes of which neither had seen before. Marie looked around for a plug or an off switch, but Ted simply stared at the woman, his mouth hanging open.