"It is..." Samuel turned around to look at the clock. It was nearly 2am! All the comotion and getting shot at, and people busting down his front door had realy whittled away the time. "Oh goodness... Its late... Nearly 2am late.... The house keeper is comming in less than 10 hours, and there are still bullet shells on the floor."

Samuel lets his head down in a sigh. What to do about this. If she screamed about the carnage to his father, he would surely interogate her to find out wether or not samuel was dead. "Oh goodness what should wedo about the housekeeper..."