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Macy: I went to the bathroom at fifteen to nine. If I hadn’t gotten away from Creed, I don’t know that I wouldn’t have sat through the whole auction just to be close to him. But if I had done that, then my coming out of hiding would have been pointless. This invitation I had needed so badly to get this woman out safely would have all been for nothing. I looked into the mirror. I still don't recognize the face looking back at me. I never will. I waited, reaching deep down into the pits of my stomach, searching for the demons who dwell there. When I found them, I let them feed on me like a piranha. I took the front of the dress and flipped the skirt over my head, slipping the hood into place; I removed the heels, buckling them to the belt I had hidden underneath the dress. Now with my we