I ate too much at the Olive Garden: Mike King Makes his Move.

After my creepy phone conversation with Mike King, I was half afraid that he was going to show up on my doorstep with a bloody knife begging for revenge. As I spent the next week bogged down with chemistry work, I couldn't help the nagging thought in the back of my mind that he would be waiting for me around every corner. As the weekend approached, however, I felt better and better about the situation. After my chemistry test on Friday, I was in much better spirits as I headed back to my dorm room for the pizza party my roommate had planned to celebrate the end of a horrible week (although secretly I think he was trying to cheer me up after the trail had gone cold after my parents, even though I had planned to pick it up again once things had cooled down ). I felt safe, secure and happy, but NOTHING could have prepared me for what I found when I entered the door.