"Mrs. Montgomery, follow me." Anyone could tell that wretch wasn't having his best day. I wondered if those words weren't overly polite. I mean, "Mrs?" That's not the kind of word you use to adress to someone in a situation like the one I was in. Furthermore, I was almost a hundred percent sure the guy crapped his pants at uttering such words. His face almost made me laugh. Of course, it was too fucking hard to laugh in that situation. But I almost did. I should have laughed; why, I wouldn't have the chance to laugh again in a while. Besides, the place I was most likely going to after it happened wouldn't be exactly the happiest place on Earth. But I remained quiet, because that guy just didn't seem to be in a good mood for a laughter, and I didn't want to get in a bigger heap of trouble,