Then we just held each other until the water began to turn cold. We dried off and headed down to Cassie's room. I knocked on the door and she let us in. She looked recovered from her ordeal in the secret room. Her hair was a little tousled as if she had been napping but otherwise as cute as ever.

"Steven, you don't need to knock to enter my room you know that," Cassie said as she opened the door wide. "Who is this?"

"This is Heather Van Dekker; she is related to the previous owner. I was wondering if she could borrow some clothes for her trip home." I...