"Yuck!" Shane blurted out, tossing the remainder of the fruit in the chest. That was the worst fruit that he'd ever eaten. He turned to Molly, and frowned. "We need to hide.." He mumbled. He opened the closet, hoping it's large size would give them a safe place to hide. It all depended on how much stuff was within.

But he suddenly felt strange, unusually cold. A strange sensation went all through his body. What was going on? Was he feeling sick because he ate a rotten piece of fruit?