“What did you see?” Angela asked.

Mary opened her eyes. She shook her head. “Blood.”

“Blood?”

“Blood.” Mary lowered her head to stare at her bandaged hand, perhaps thinking of the blood that was now on her hands. “Most of it had been wiped away, off the concrete floor. They were careful, but not careful enough. There was still blood left to see.”

“There were no bodies?”

“No,” Mary said.

“Torn clothes? Bloody clothes?”

“No.” Mary looked up wearily. “I think our dear classmates took the clothes with them in the green garbage bags.”

“I thought you were implying that the bags contained the bodies of the two couples,” Angela said.

“Hardly. The bags were not that big.”

“Then the bodies---what are you saying, Mary?”

Mary looked her straight in the eye. “They’re monsters. What do monsters have for dinner?”