Take the back door," she said. "Claire, you and your strang friend-" "Eve," they both said simultaneously, and Eve held out her fst for a bump. "Or, you could call me Eve the Great, Mistress of All She Surveys. Eve for short.

Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.

He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.

Just who are you planning to call? Ghostbusters?

Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.

Bathroom, maybe? Which is where I need to go." "Ooh, me, too," Eve said. The boys rolled their eyes, like they'd planned it. "What? It's what girls do. Get over it.

Sure. Knock yourself out. No, really. Hammer to the head, works every time.” Claire