"It isn't?" Matt asked.

The mysterious girl shook her head slowly. Matt was beginning to feel extremely uncomfortable, and cold sweat ran down his back.

"Umm...do I...do I need to know what is?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. It depends, of course, entirely on whether you are ready or not."

"Ready for what?" Why did I wish for excitement? Why didn't I just veg out to the Sci Fi channel? Matt thought desperately.

"That depends, again, entirely on you."

Now Matt was not only nervous but absurdly confused. "What are you talking about?" With his back to the washers and the black-clad girl in front of him, he tried to inch toward the door.

WHAM! The girl's diminutive palm slammed against the wall of washers, right next to Matt's ear. He jumped. He couldn't help himself.

"You don't want to leave yet."

"I d-don't?"

The girl again shook her head slowly,  a sly grin caressing her face. Matt knew he was nervous, but now it was for a completely different reason.