"Quick! Panic!" I hissed.

"Done! Now what?" Cass whispered.

Travis pointed underneath the large bed, and all of us dove underneath. The very next second, the door to this room opened. The man with no pants who liked to dance started up his circus whistling again as he marched inside. Once again, I was in a position to only see his shoes - brown leather loafers instead of flip-flops. Thankfully the weather had driven him to wear pants to cover his hairy legs.

He set ...