• Liz leaned over the toilet not knowing what was wrong, but feeling very sick. She was starting to doubt what she'd told her husband on the phone earlier about not feeling well but being fine. She doubted this because right now, Liz felt too sick to even drive herself to the doctor's office.

    As soon as Liz was done, she went to the phone to call her husband at work. After three rings, the phone picked up.

    "Hello?" said a voice, a woman's voice.

    "Hi," said Liz, "May I ask who is speaking?"

    "Oh, no one," replied the girl, "I'm just here to see my boyfriend."

    "Then may I ask why you are in Mr. Trace Collin's office?"

    "Um, because he is my boyfriend." said the girl, sounding uncomfortable.

    "O-h." said Liz, separating the "o" and the "h" very slowly. "Thank you." Liz replied and hung up on the girl.

    Liz didn't feel too great. She stumbled down the three steps into the living room, and fell onto the couch. She felt feverish, very feverish. She felt cold too, though. Finally, Liz, in her disoriented state fell asleep.