"I'm glad to know you, Tia." The small talk was killing her. Beverly's anxiety continued to creep up, and the longer they remained in that corridor, the worse she felt. It had to be near by, she didn't know why he hadn't shown his face. "Sometimes, there are bad people who do bad things to get children to go with them. They promise treats to lure them into vehicles. Or they pretend to be someone we care about to get us to go someplace unsafe. I don't know why they do this, I just know that it's bad, and right now, we have to assume that it's not Uncle Bene." Beverly took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Did anyone tell you about the bad guys who started arriving today?"