Who: Doreen an OTA When: Early Saturday morning Where: The safe house What: Coming to grips with it all
Someone had dragged Doreen to safety. She wished she knew who - though she didn't know if she wanted to thank them or yell at them. They'd probably saved her - a blow to the back of her head had knocked her out while she watched her squirrels fight a Sentinel. She had been about to run out to help after the stupid robot had killed five of her friends, but she hadn't made it before she blacked out.
Someone had also filled her in on what she missed - very indirectly, as she'd only overhead the words. Laurie was dead. Others probably were, too, but that hit close to home. She just couldn't imagine it. And Monkey Joe had sneaked out and back in, and thought Doreen was still out cold when he described the scene outside to Tippy Toe - at least fifty squirrels, including Gidget and Bahama Mama, all from the surrounding forest, had joined the fray and while they had hindered, without direction from Doreen, they had all died.
Doreen couldn't handle all of this awful news. She had no idea how to react. How could this happen to them? They were just kids! Things like this just didn't happen at a school.
Most everyone saw Doreen as the happiest camper possible. The truth was she simply wore her heart on her sleeve and was over-the-top with her flee. But she felt sad the same asw anyone else. This affected her, too. And, her heart still on her sleeve, it was obvious how even the people who never frown could eventually break down. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.