I have seven minutes left and absolutely no plan.
This house is huge, and Calder's tour did little more than make it clear that it would take me a year to learn my way around this place. I have no idea where I'm going, let alone where I might find a suitable place to hide.
All the same, something surges through me as I run down the hallway. In spite of everything - and even though it's completely crazy - I think I'm as excited as Calder by our little game. More than excited - enthralled.
Maybe I should let him catch me. The promise of his words still echoes through my mind. If I wanted, I could be at his mercy all night. The prospect tempts me more than I want to admit.