Pam took the moment to eat her cake, too, leaving both of them in momentary silence. She hadn't finished her slice yet when she started up again. "They gave me this picture," she said, tracing a finger over the photograph that she'd set down. "So that means they were at my house. They didn't take me from there, but they were there. You're right, it's creepy! I mean, who knows? Maybe they were patients at my office, or the person at the gas station... You know, I don't know. What if they were even here, at the wedding? Super, super creepy."
She held her photo, pulling it closer and lingering on her husband's face. She'd always liked this picture. It was a staged one, just them standing side by side holding bride and groom Mickey hats, but they both looked so happy. Fletcher looked so happy. He had those dimples and she adored. "He's probably fine," she assured herself. "I mean, seriously upset and missing me like crazy, but they probably wouldn't have hurt him for no reason. They didn't hurt us."