A name is so important. A surname connects you to your past, to your family. Even a given name has meaning - why did your parents pick that particular one?

Clearly it was time to consider rescheduling that optometrist appointment I'd missed last fall.

It's because when we sneeze, our soul flies out our nose and if no one says 'bless you,' the devil can snatch it.

Simon had drawn three pictures. In the top left corner, like a salutation, was a ghost. The middle had a big sketch of Arnold Schwarzenegger as the Terminator. The third in place of a signature, was a lightning bolt surrounded by fog. Beside the drawing, someone had scrawled in inch-high letters 10 A.M. Tori snatched it from me and turned it over. "So where's the message?" "Right there." I pointed from picture to picture. "It says: Chloe, I'll be back, Simon.

The stairs aren't challenging enough anymore?" he asked. Antonio laughed. "Challenge has nothing to do with it, Jer. I'd say it's the big bad wolf huffing and puffing at her door up there.

We'll meet you here. Hopefully everyone will be in human form." A wry smile. "Though I'll warn you, he's not a whole lot more pleasant that way. At least as a wolf, he can't talk.

One second he was in my face, making me feel stupid and useless. The next he was like this: hovering, concerned, worried.