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    â€œPeter—?”
    He had his hands shoved deep in his jeans pockets. He kept moaning to himself, moaning like a sick animal, shaking his head as he paced.
    Why were his eyes closed like that? Why was he making those horrible sounds? What was he doing?”
    â€œPeter, stop!” I cried. “Stop! Can you hear me? What are you doing?”
    He moaned again, his eyes still nearly shut.
    I could feel my throat tighten in fear. “You were supposed to meet me,” I said. “Will you stop doing that? What is wrong with you?”
    Finally, he stopped pacing. He turned toward me. His eyes opened slowly. He studied me for a long moment, his face filled with confusion.
    When he finally spoke, his words came out in a hoarse growl: “Who are you? What are you doing in my house?”

 

    I gasped. A wave of nausea rolled up, tightening my throat. I suddenly felt so sick, I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep from hurling.
    â€œPeter, don’t you remember me? Don’t you?”
    He narrowed his eyes at me. “Get out of my house.”
    â€œI’m your sister!” I cried.
    Poor Peter. I had to do something.
    â€œPeter, just stay here in your room,” I said. “You’ll be okay. I promise.”
    He stared blankly at me through his glasses. I could tell that he had no idea who I was.
    I spun away and ran down the hall. My mind was racing. What could I do? Who should I call?
    I ran into my parents’ room and frantically ransacked their desk drawers until I found their phone book. My hands were shaking so badly, I could barely turn the pages.
    My stomach was lurching again. I found Dr. Ross’s number and quickly punched it into the phone.
    It rang three times before a woman answered. “Doctor’s office.”
    â€œI’ve got to speak to Dr. Ross,” I said breathlessly. “It—it’s an emergency.”
    â€œI’m sorry,” she replied. “He’s away at a conference this week. If you’d like to leave a message, I could—”
    â€œNo thanks!” I cried. I clicked off the phone.
    Who else? Who else?
    Aunt Kate. She lives in the next town. Aunt Kate is a sensible, practical woman. She’s always calm. She always knows what to do.
    I punched in her number. “Please be there,” I murmured. “Please …”
    The phone rang and rang. I let it ring at least ten or twelve times before I finally gave up.
    â€œNow what?”
    Who can I call? There’s got to be someone!
    I shut my eyes and tried to think. A loud knock on the front door made me jump.
    â€œWho is that? Addie?”
    The knocking repeated, louder this time.
    I tossed down the phone and made my way quickly down the stairs to the front door.
    Maybe Addie can think of someone who will help me, I told myself.
    I pulled the door open.
    Not Addie.
    I stared in terror at the man in the black raincoat.
    â€œWh-what do you want?” I asked.
    â€œGotcha,” he whispered.

 

    He lowered his head toward me like a bird about to attack a worm. He had a short black beard and mustache, and wavy black hair that fell over his forehead. He glared at me with round, black eyes.
    His gaze was so cold, I felt a chill run down my back. Then he raised his eyes to look behind me into the house. “Are your parents here?” His voice was soft and scratchy, as if he had a sore throat.
    â€œNo,” I said.
    Why did I say that? How stupid! Why did I tell him my parents weren’t home?
    â€œI mean, they’ll be home really soon. Sorry. I have to go.” My heart pounding, I moved to close the door.
    But he pushed past me, nearly bumping me aside.
    He was in the house!
    He stood in the entryway, still glaring at me with those tiny black eyes. “You ran from me this morning….”
    â€œY-yes,” I replied. “I didn’t know—I mean … who are you? What do you want?”
    â€œSorry if I