Michael replayed how the conversation was going to go over and over and over again. He would say how sorry he was, how he had overreacted, how all he wanted now was to forget what had happened, and yet when the car bounced into the driveway his mind went blank. Michael walked up the worn stone steps and seized the brass knocker in his hand. Before he could hit the smooth metal against the door, the hinges blasted open. Michael stood face to face with Ana. Behind her stood the Pitacways and Robert. There was a moment of stunned silence and then Ana barked, "Well get dressed we go out in ten." Michael opened and closed his mouth a couple of times in shock finally Ana made a shooing motion and he turned around and walked back across the lawn to the dorm rooms. He pushed open the door and took it all in. The rough wooden floors that so often would leave splinters in his already tormented feet, the beds that were too small, the creaky dresser that always got stuck when Ana was screaming for them to get dressed or else. He took it all in and as his eyes drank in the room the slightest bit of paranoid energy entered his limbs, and for the first time in a long time the black snake writhed in his stomach.